I’m surprisingly okay. I didn’t get into the program. I knew I wouldn’t. A friend of mine got into it as I knew she would. I’m happy for her.
I was disappointed for a day. Then the next morning, everything was normal again. I never thought it was possible for me to feel this normal. I guess it was just being an adult. Life has to go on. And I had everything planned out. I’ve crossed many items from my to-do list these past few days. I’d say I’m fucking proud of myself.
I don’t think this novel is going to do well, though. But I bought the cover for cheap. It was so pretty, too. I was depressed when I wrote this story, but that was all in the past now. Overall, everything will be just fine. I’ll start outlining my next project. And I’ll also have time to do other things.
Come to think of it, this is not bad at all. Many possibilities lie ahead. I think I can live with that. No, I’m actually happy with that.
I’m grateful to myself for being strong.
–Petra
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