Well, first of all, I am having trouble to sleep, etc etc etc, so my grammar will be probably close to unintelligible. Also, I will probably swear quite a bit. And complain. This is a rant, after all.
I don’t know what to do with my life. I am a designer. YAY. I was living in Eindhoven, Netherlands, studying at the technical university there in 2010. Came back to Brazil after I failed on the semester (mostly because 1/3 of the students (me included) did not adapt to the course at all, giving up from it etc etc). My brother, who was one of my only friends there passed away. So I came back to Brazil.
I finished my bachelor’s degree here in Sao Paulo. Worked for a few months on a start-up company that made fancy iPhone apps. I was going through depression on that time (it is a long story which I will not comment at all) and was unmotivated. Got fired one week after I got a place near by my work. Did some freelance work, spent time with myself, made furniture…
And now I am studying again - post grad degree in Product Design. The couse is… not what I expected at all. I have teachers that are honestly stupid. One of them, who was supposed to teach us about Interface Design ended up teaching us how to use HTML. He had to check on GOOGLE for basic commands. He also said that blind people can use computers with no extra output devices (such as SPEAKERS).
It feels like I am walking on pizza dough. The market for Design is terrible here - they want the designer to be a fucking C++, java, Delphi and Python programmer. And they pay less than minimum wage. And although I have an interesting curriculum… I seldom get responses.
I tried to enter the master’s degree at an university here, in Architecture. No penny. Only good thing here - I have a boyfriend, I love him very much. We have amazing sex. And I am taking sleeping pills and my antidepressants and this helps. but it still feels like I am stopped. Nothing seems to come out - I am without inspiration to write. I don’t knwow what to do. I am getting old. I want to work with Design. I want to work with research. I am developing a nice project that will become onde day a paper. At least my teacher says that. but… You know, each and every fail feels like a bucket of cold water. I am giving up on sending resumes, because it is pointless to apply for a job that asks for skills from 50 people. I won’t lie on my resume. Fuck, I dont want to learn freaking java!
I was thinking of going abroad again. Fresh new start. You know, live the dream. I would love to be in San Francisco. Or New York. But what if I don’t succeed? what if I turn into that ball of depression and sickness I was when I lived in holland? what if I don’t get a job? what if I don’t pass in any uni? My father is retired, I don’t want to be a burden or a huge cost for him anymore.
I am having migraines. I feel depressed. I can’t sleep well. I feel demotivated for everything.
FUCK. I feel like a child complaining over ice cream.