Sh** gets real...

Its year III, and I had a feeling we just got into the real stuff, making real clothes.
Creativity is not that easy anymore after I got in this course.
I do not live in my own world of Fashion, I had to share.
I got jealous. Almost lost my way.
Sh*t gets real and I'm trying my very best to prove to people I can do it.
This is the crucial time.
I do not want to regret. I want to be proud and have confidence once again.
When no one encourages you and support you, telling you that you can do it, you need to depend on yourself.
It's tough. But when Sh*t gets real, you have no choice.
You either leave it and then regret or you push yourself and live the life you always wanted.
This sounds like some lyrics or poem I don't know why...
But when Sh*t gets real, I sometimes lose my mind.