donne pas tes perles aux porcs.
didnt get the job. havent found out why yet, aside from the fact that we're a dime a dozen. why pick me?
i dont know how to say what im supposed to, or be what they want. no thats not true. i know how, i just am sick of it. bryan says im just being negative and self-deprecating, and hes probably right. but im better at bullshitting for jobs i am les qualified for, cause i know i have to, than for things that i know i can do.
i feel so frustrated and paralyzed, precisely because i know what i want.
job-->money-->studio-->art
but everything moves so slowly.
i know what i want to make, and that makes me terribly happy
but im not making it, and that makes me terribly sad.
i feel like a prostitute in love.
if they would just hurry up and give me the damn papers, at least that would be one less thing holding me back. but i dont believe thats all of it. i dont know how to shake off the shit i cover myself in.
i dont know how to say what im supposed to, or be what they want. no thats not true. i know how, i just am sick of it. bryan says im just being negative and self-deprecating, and hes probably right. but im better at bullshitting for jobs i am les qualified for, cause i know i have to, than for things that i know i can do.
i feel so frustrated and paralyzed, precisely because i know what i want.
job-->money-->studio-->art
but everything moves so slowly.
i know what i want to make, and that makes me terribly happy
but im not making it, and that makes me terribly sad.
i feel like a prostitute in love.
if they would just hurry up and give me the damn papers, at least that would be one less thing holding me back. but i dont believe thats all of it. i dont know how to shake off the shit i cover myself in.