Grinding

I'm the book version of Frodo!

Intellectual, pioneering, subtle, and misunderstood, nothing beats a true original.

Goodie. Elija Wood was okay, but...


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Thanks, Lily. I wouldn't have known who the hell "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" was if not for you.


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Flashbacks. Pain.

Anyway. It's mostly the writing thing that's going on at the moment, which unfortunately has had ... other matters seep into it. Okay, I see the reasoning behind it, but I still resent having things flung at me, mostly because he's good enough at what he does to get Thren going on most of the things he suggests if he hands it over as a scene. Well, I'm sure it'll work out.

And now I'm having problems with trying to teach Mamoru the vitality of fully developed characters. And the fact that, though my working habits are obscene at times, he should probably, in an ideal world, work harder than I do because it comes more naturally to me -- I'm just better at this than he is. Yeah, I've admitted out loud that I'm good -- more, stated that I'm better at something than someone else. And now I'd just like to crawl into a little hole and die. I can't say that to people! I can't believe it myself! I'm just supposed to be in the background being diddy! This. Is. WRONG! I was given the tools to be something so much more than a cog in the machine, but the belief that I should be nothing but. So I try to get into the machine and the other cogs just grind me until I can't take it anymore and ... well, it's a long and pointless metaphor so I won't continue it for you lot. Suffice it to say that I'm feeling very ripped up. And now Mamoru and I aren't talking.

Story of my goddamn fucking stupid pointless shitting-upon-me-from-a-great-height life.

Thessaly

The Current State of Affairs

I am --

1) Tired.
2) Nauseous.
3) Depressed.
4) Fed up.
5) Having to get up and go to work tomorrow.
6) Rapidly losing any sense that I can cope.
7) Not sure I want to keep the whole "friends, writing, fun stuff" thing going.

Basically, life seems to be there to be endured, not enjoyed. That could just be today. I'm not getting my hopes up. That would imply that I currently have any.

Thessaly