I'm a university student. That is to say, I contribute nothing. I major in English, because it's the only field in which I could get decent grades by playing videogames instead of studying. It seemed like the obvious choice back in high school, and my English teacher thought so too.
Now I'm studying to be a translator, but I honestly couldn't be less enthused about it. I
really just want to write a single piece of fiction that affects somebody as profoundly as certain works have affected me. Then I can die happy. I also spend a whole lot of time toying with RPG Maker, as it allows me to combine my passion for game design and storytelling, even though I'm a terrible artist and know next to nothing about programming. Publishing one of those would be nice too, but I doubt there's much of a market for them.
Lately I've been thinking of dropping out of school, just doing whatever jobs I can find to pay the rent until I hopefully get at least
something published.
Because in my non-expert opinion, you don't hate yourself because you have low self-esteem, or because other people were mean to you. You hate yourself because you don't do anything.
Nail, meet head. Mine specifically.
