You know, it’s really freaky when most of your dreams revolves around the same theme for two/three months.
School.
Sec school days when I used to rush after the public bus in the early morning. The good old days when Dad used to send me to pri/sec school in his cab. Attending the dreaded marketing class in design school. On a recess break in sec school with an unusually large canteen (sorta like a bazaar). Art and Mother tongue classes. Late nights in the sewing room. The faces I once used to see almost everyday.
It used to be quite nice, dreaming of the good old days. But to dream of the same thing continuously for a week, it only makes me feel guilty/gutted. What actually went wrong - I wish I had another shot to change it.
Truth is, I have no confidence to attempt anything now. I am so certain I will screw things up once again, give up after 3 seconds. I fear the passion runs dry in my blood. I fear the next risk will prove me as a failure.
Yea I suck, I disappoint people. I’m surprised how much my last job actually affects me.
I love fashion, but fashion confuses and scares me to hell.
