I feel so numb. I’m neither dead nor alive…I’m just here, a presence as thin as air. I actually wondered today if people can see through me.
I have to read and write a couple pages of feedback for my peers’ scripts. I’m so tired. Exhausted. I can’t feel my own hands and yet they’re typing. I can’t scowl, I can’t frown, I can’t smile or laugh hysterically at how petty I’m being. And to read and analyze and contribute to a bunch of scripts when I can’t feel anything is asking….for a lot, at the moment. I can’t even read; I stop every couple words and just stare at nothing, my lips slightly open. I might look like a spacious, vapid idiot. I might appear to be cold and aloof tomorrow when I go to class and throw their scripts back in their faces.
I don’t even care. Hah.
3 comments
You’re a screenwriter? That’s awesome. I know that feeling though… Just do the best you can, and don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. Everyone has bad days. You seem like a pretty cool person, hang in there.
Awesome feeling! Getting in touch with death!
Ah, aspiring screenwriter, anyway. Some days it’s hard to keep that aspiration alive. Thanks to you both for your comments.