Nov 11, 2010 16:01
I don't know why I am in school.
I don't like what I am doing.
But I think that may just be because I'm not feeling like I'm any good at it.
I wander around the studio most of the time.
I did snap out of it for a few days.
It came back with a vengeance.
It doesn't like being ignored.
We got coffee, talked about you mainly which is fine.
Then I tried to tell you.
I did tell you.
"I'm not eating."
"I'm not happy."
Then we talked about you some more.
I think that might have been what I was dreading most.
Not telling someone, the lack of response.
I don't want to have to try so hard.
Can't you see it?
How blunt do I have to be?
I would have to get someone to take Figaro first.
What's wrong with me that I feel like that's my biggest obstacle?
Talking about my work:
"You aren't going to be satisfied until you're dead."
How poignant.
If only you knew.