Everyone tells me its alright. Its over. Don't think about it.







But its not.
Its not alright when u hand in a crappy piece of work which u had a chance to make it right.

Its not over when it comes around and bites u in the arse when u realised u have nothing but crap for your showreel.

I can't STOP thinking abt something which i am absolutely not happy about.

Feeling sorry for oneself just doesn't cut it. Its more like....a more low and dark feeling. A feeling that would make you yell at ur girlfriend or just give "the" face to your mum and friends. Makes you question alot of things. Like why am i here? Is this what i was meant to do? Why do i suck at stuff i do?

Maybe the only thing that was meant for me to do is...nothing...