It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, really, and after the approval of my family, I sent applications to study Creative Writing at a few universities in the UK.
I think I’m too old for a masters degree, tbh. But there is no harm in applying, so I went forward with it.
I heard back from one of the universities. Just did, actually. And it’s a rejection.
This just makes me numb. I don’t feel anything. It is definitely what I was afraid of. One of the reasons why I almost never took part in the writing competitions at school. I was afraid of exactly this.
Now I’m just thinking I am so stupid to believe that I could be a writer. Wow. Because if they rejected me, I must be really bad.
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.