and i can't stop crying and its not about a relationship
the line ray kept saying all month was that our parents can't fix things anymore and he wished they could. i don't remember mine fixing things, but i do know the stakes have been lower than this, thats for sure.
i'm on the verge of something thats been in my heart for years, its evolved and grown and got prettier and more real and with crazy hard work it was weeks away.
and then a professor with the authority to grant us 'greenlight' (meaning we can take equipment out) comes along, doesn't get my sense of humor or my story, or that music can carry something, thinks i'm bubblegum cause i'm a girl...comes along and barely reads the thing and stops everything. or at least tells me i don't have greenlight yet, not to rush for it without listening to the other factors like locations and actors and practically shoos me out of his office, i try to make more meetings but he's unavailable and doens't suggest alternate times.
i want to scream and i'm so confused and lost and frustrated and , wait..heh, am i really an artist then? apparently...this feels like shit.
more later maybe, no time.
i'm on the verge of something thats been in my heart for years, its evolved and grown and got prettier and more real and with crazy hard work it was weeks away.
and then a professor with the authority to grant us 'greenlight' (meaning we can take equipment out) comes along, doesn't get my sense of humor or my story, or that music can carry something, thinks i'm bubblegum cause i'm a girl...comes along and barely reads the thing and stops everything. or at least tells me i don't have greenlight yet, not to rush for it without listening to the other factors like locations and actors and practically shoos me out of his office, i try to make more meetings but he's unavailable and doens't suggest alternate times.
i want to scream and i'm so confused and lost and frustrated and , wait..heh, am i really an artist then? apparently...this feels like shit.
more later maybe, no time.