book-it theatre, please just let me know that i'm rejected from your internship program. you know i am, i know i am, and all of the people who give me pitying looks and tell me to be optimistic know that i am. so let's just get this shit over with, yeah?
lately i've been crying a lot. maybe i'm tired, or forgetting to take my prozac is finally catching up. but feeling empty and like i have no real future and what little things i've done that i was proud of were really pitiful and people were mainly trying to be nice when they told me it was good. job interview tomorrow with barnes and noble. they will probably reject me as well, but at least they've gotten back to me, as opposed to all of the other job applications i've filled out that have vanished into the abyss. i know, i know that's how it works, especially in this bad economy. i just want my rejection up front so i don't make things worse by hoping and then being gently reminded that i fail.
time to go be nobody and nowhere.
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