115.08
115.08 ~ "I've had nothing yet", Alice replied in an offended tone: "so I ca'n't take more."
"You mean you ca'n't take *less*. It's very easy to take *more* than nothing."
the Mad Hatter's response to Alice (Lewis Carroll)
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm going to have to give up on my dream of becoming an actor. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not coming to this decision easily. I've wanted nothing but this for as long as I can remember. I went to school to study acting, I worked my ass off to get parts, and then, in one single fucked up night, I lost everything I'd worked for.
That's a fucking joke. It makes it sound as if I actually had something. I didn't. I tried to play it up as if my pathetic bit parts in community theater productions actually meant something, but they didn't. Even that asshole agent of mine never really got me anything. The big, fabulous dream I'm giving up on is a whole lot of nothing and that's all it ever was. In a way, I'm not losing a damn thing. So why does it feel as if my life's over?
Fuck, I can't even be angst ridden without it sounding like a goddamn joke. I'm already dead. My fucking life is over. And I want to kill the bitch responsible for that.
Josh Breskin
Original Character
195 words
"You mean you ca'n't take *less*. It's very easy to take *more* than nothing."
the Mad Hatter's response to Alice (Lewis Carroll)
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm going to have to give up on my dream of becoming an actor. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not coming to this decision easily. I've wanted nothing but this for as long as I can remember. I went to school to study acting, I worked my ass off to get parts, and then, in one single fucked up night, I lost everything I'd worked for.
That's a fucking joke. It makes it sound as if I actually had something. I didn't. I tried to play it up as if my pathetic bit parts in community theater productions actually meant something, but they didn't. Even that asshole agent of mine never really got me anything. The big, fabulous dream I'm giving up on is a whole lot of nothing and that's all it ever was. In a way, I'm not losing a damn thing. So why does it feel as if my life's over?
Fuck, I can't even be angst ridden without it sounding like a goddamn joke. I'm already dead. My fucking life is over. And I want to kill the bitch responsible for that.
Josh Breskin
Original Character
195 words