It was my last school year of college, and I still needed to land an internship, but I was having no luck. I can't express to you guys enough how much it sucks to send applications, and emails, make cold calls, and reach out to every contact I had, and still nothing. It mainly was…
#213 struggling artist
She lives in a closet and he lives in a small bedroom. Our rooms are filled with clutter. Any normal person that walks into them assumes that we live a poor life. Life is full of struggle. When I look at our room, I see Artists. Cardboard boxes stacked up to the ceiling. He stare…