Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Cross-posted from LJ.
Posting from work. After the 1st fuckin day at University. One more
time I realised how talented and cool all those people are... They're
receiving job offers from different channels, they're experienced and
they CAN do sth by themselves. I am doing a different thing instead, I
was told to watch others doing work and when try to say something,
nobody listens or everyone says I'm wrong. That "they know better"...
Whatever there is, I used to think I have something in my head. Now I
am almost sure my skull is an empty box to hold skin of the ugly face.
Yes, I know I will never work live as well - because of you-know-what.
Maybe TV is not mine? I mean - it is not something where creatures like
me are allowed to work. I was even once told: "Maybe this job is not
for you? You look so faraway.... You're... You're just...different."
But
then what is for me ? Newspapers? I like it. Idea-collecting
information-putting together (I guess, as painful as having children
XD)-talking to editors-waiting-getting published. But none of my
articles has received positive reviews from anyone different than
relatives. And it means something. Exactly - that I am not able to do
the job I've chosen.
Fuck. I need a coffee. But no time to have it - an "eternal helper" is needed all the time. I'm TIRED of this role.
LET ME GO...
Posting from work. After the 1st fuckin day at University. One more
time I realised how talented and cool all those people are... They're
receiving job offers from different channels, they're experienced and
they CAN do sth by themselves. I am doing a different thing instead, I
was told to watch others doing work and when try to say something,
nobody listens or everyone says I'm wrong. That "they know better"...
Whatever there is, I used to think I have something in my head. Now I
am almost sure my skull is an empty box to hold skin of the ugly face.
Yes, I know I will never work live as well - because of you-know-what.
Maybe TV is not mine? I mean - it is not something where creatures like
me are allowed to work. I was even once told: "Maybe this job is not
for you? You look so faraway.... You're... You're just...different."
But
then what is for me ? Newspapers? I like it. Idea-collecting
information-putting together (I guess, as painful as having children
XD)-talking to editors-waiting-getting published. But none of my
articles has received positive reviews from anyone different than
relatives. And it means something. Exactly - that I am not able to do
the job I've chosen.
Fuck. I need a coffee. But no time to have it - an "eternal helper" is needed all the time. I'm TIRED of this role.
LET ME GO...