im feeling torn and indecisive about where to go to college
i was a neet on and off for several years after high school, after experiencing some awful events and a relationship that led me to becoming anorexic. so, im mid-20s now.
now, mostly recovered, but still struggling with the effects of trauma, im trying to decide where to go out of the colleges i applied to.
ever since i was in elementary school, i loved art. i was the art kid, i spent all my time in the art room. i had a very meaningful bond with my middle school art teacher. many teachers noticed and encouraged my talent. i drew constantly. by high school, this was my firm identity, but i totally got off track due to previously mentioned events. i stopped being able to draw. i barely graduated high school due to my attendance being so poor. nowadays, im trying to tentatively recover my ability to draw. i've posted some comics on tumblr and gotten 60 notes or so per comic. it's extremely fulfilling to me mentally. it makes me happier than anything else, making comics.
recently, i accepted my admission offer to a top 30 university, to study literature with an emphasis on creative writing. there's certainly things i could achieve with this- stories i want to publish, good internships. prestige. it's a ticket to being seen as smart. it's something to rub in the face of my enemies lol. at the same time, it would be a lot of work. i would have to read 300+ pages a week, write countless essays. i don't know if i have that in me. it's also expensive. i could afford it, but i wouldn't have as much money left over for other future expenses like a down payment on a house.
i can't stop thinking about the art school i was also recently accepted to. it's not as prestigious overall, but is still one of the best art schools in the country. i was accepted for creative writing, and the writing chair reached out to me and helped me increase my scholarship when i initially couldn't afford it. i could pursue projects ive been thinking of forever, like making ceramic/resin dolls, and be around other artistic types. for a long time, ive woken up at night feeling cataclysmically depressed that im not pursuing art. and i keep having dreams of the art room at my old high school. last night i had one. i was there, but suddenly i didn't fit in, and i was so sad. i also had one where i was visiting all my old friends who were also artists. these dreams feel very bittersweet an
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