My director and producer for my short film decided to make a new script, without even considering to ask anyone else about. It took us 3 weeks to do this and during that time, they could have said something against it, but no, they decided to do it 4 days before we’re supposed to start shooting. Not only was it disrespectful to the writers, but they’re forgetting this is a suppose to be a team effort. All the things the writers and I did today just went to waste; what’s even the point of having us then?
Then work was shitty. I fucked up and my assistant manager was a total dick to me, insulting me and insinuating how stupid I am. I got fed up with everything that was happening and told my manager that I’m going to turn in my 2 week notice by Sunday, so that I could finish a full year there.
And my roommate is being a bitch to me and my other roommate and thinks we’re leaving her out and that we neglect her, when we had no intention of doing that. She’s reading way too much into things and she’s letting all these annoyances accumulate.
Wow and she just wrote a letter to us to “let you know what is going on since we have many mutual friends”. She’s reading way too much into these things. What the fuck. Do you want us to be like the show Friends or something? Do you want us to hang out all the fucking time? We do hang out, fuck! She’s letting all these things get to her and she’s imagining all this neglect and shit.
Facebook stalking makes me hate everyone. I need to leave this fucking city.
So, I decided to revisit this private blog, skimming over my posts about feeling disconnected.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel that way at the moment.
But I know it’ll just come up, creeping on me.
I hate you with a passion and I hope your eyeballs would explode. You made me feel worse about myself. You made me afraid. I hate you for that. Go die.