I’ve lost count of the words I’ve written and deleted just on this sentence alone.
I can’t convey the feelings I have had since I had to decide where I wanted to be: wrong according to the professor, or agreeing with a professor, a system, a society that had spent my life telling me I had no right to exist.
This just showed up in my e-mail today, and I nearly cried reading it. I realize it’s an older post, but it’s so true regardless of date. And as I started looking through my account again, turns out one of the few posts I read as I’ve popped in here was another one of yours.