Have you ever felt useless?
Well, I do now.
This is why I’m so sensitive when people talk to me about performing. It’s not like I’m not trying. I’m crawling on even though it hurts. It’s the craft I claim to be my forte. And I suck at it. Plainly put – I bloody well suck. But you see, I don’t do anything else better. I can’t do anything else.
I’m sorry, then, I can’t live up to what you want me to be. Sometimes you forget I’m human, too. That I feel weary and the lack of drive just like you. But I’m sorry anyway.
I’ll go back to do what I do best – The mask is waiting. The act is beginning. Like Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage.”
Note: I do not want sympathy, empathy, pity or any form of sorrywords. I will, in response to these replies, be very sarcastic as well as ignore you for a while. I also do not want comfort or any “What’s going on”s. Sheesh, it’s my BLOG, isn’t it? Can’t I write here without getting pissed off? >_>