Week of 11 August 2002

Tabitha | 11:19 PM

I'm not bitter.


Work sucks. My work. Sucks.

I get a call every once in a while for an audition or fly somewhere for one just to pour my heart out for 5 minutes and then get my heart broken. With silence. I've learned to not get attached. I've learned to do without feedback too. On . . . I don't know . . . how to be better.

It's just like dating. But without the fucking.