I have been feeling really useless lately. It kinda sucks.
I honestly feel purposeless.
At work... shit, anyone could do that job. I wanna be all like "yeah, but nobody can do it better than me" but I'm not so sure I believe that.
For the magazine... I haven't written anything since my C10 article. Perhaps they don't want me writing anymore? I really don't know. In the time its taken since I submitted my last piece to now, I could have written a whole magazine (minus the music... I would make a suck ass music writer).
I still feel like its me against the world.
At work, they pick on me. When I wait for the bus, lil kids yell mean things at me. I can't fucking get my parents to do shit for me.
God, I don't know what's wrong with me.
If anyone wants to give me some sort of assignment, I think I would be happy to take it. I mean, hell, I just made a picture of a badger gettin a hummer from a squirrel.
THAT is how useless I feel.
I honestly feel purposeless.
At work... shit, anyone could do that job. I wanna be all like "yeah, but nobody can do it better than me" but I'm not so sure I believe that.
For the magazine... I haven't written anything since my C10 article. Perhaps they don't want me writing anymore? I really don't know. In the time its taken since I submitted my last piece to now, I could have written a whole magazine (minus the music... I would make a suck ass music writer).
I still feel like its me against the world.
At work, they pick on me. When I wait for the bus, lil kids yell mean things at me. I can't fucking get my parents to do shit for me.
God, I don't know what's wrong with me.
If anyone wants to give me some sort of assignment, I think I would be happy to take it. I mean, hell, I just made a picture of a badger gettin a hummer from a squirrel.
THAT is how useless I feel.
