Curtains
I used to be such a talented writer. What happened? I went back and investigated my writing and while maybe I remembered it overall a little more better than it actually is, it does contain a few outstanding bodies of work (ww). It's confusing to be told your excellent, one of the best they've seen and then when I ask for a hand with finding an internship or a job or something to help me branch the degree in to the career... all the support fell completely flat. Why's that? I think I thought I knew but now I'm not so sure.
I think it makes perfect sense though- the self-sabotaging. Well if you won't help me, I won't help me either. Or was it that I couldn't. Too tired to do anything except edge along this sick line of appearing so fucking functional. But not being functional at all, in fact being very very un-fucking-functional. How's it going to end now? Geezus.
Also, what the fuck. My whole life every other cartoon, picture book, movie, tv show has shoved the fact that we have just one life to live through my ears and down my throat but did I listen? No! But now that I'm 45 I'm going, oh shit. I think I messed up.
And they told me that would happen too!
Curtains!