Convince Me

Bad with multimedia.
Can't do shit for animation.
Bad with audio.
Bad with video.
Can't write well.
Can't speak well.

Tell me, Nat, what can you do?
Convince me that you somehow belong to the world of mass media.

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  1. SiegiusDecember 18, 2012 at 10:38 PM

    You write exceptionally well from what I've seen, I'm sure you write much better than you say you do as well if your language is any indication. I can't say much for the rest, but I can at least vouch for your writing, as a loyal reader who actually enjoys reading your poems and stories in the past and your blogging about the goings on in your daily life :) so don't sell yourself short, mass media is a line of work I could see you doing, perhaps maybe more to do with writing than with something like radio? I think you just fail to see your own talents, and I'm sure I'm not alone in thinking you are talented and can make your way in the industry.

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    1. CyanideDecember 18, 2012 at 11:01 PM

      Hi and thanks for the words of comfort, but today's not a day of confidence for me, you know what I mean? Days like these, I do half-consider asking to change a course (even though I can't see myself in any other courses than the one I'm struggling in right now), but... Well, it's just a day. Thanks a lot though :)

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    2. SiegiusDecember 21, 2012 at 2:09 PM

      I sincerely hope you get out of this funk and see just how amazing you are and how right you are for this. You love what you do and you do what you love, that's a rare thing that few can truly claim in life.

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