“I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don’t want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don’t want to even be myself” (MM)
When you get your one millionth rejection slip (and it truly was just a slip in this case), you’re not supposed to feel anything. After all, if you’ve had one million of them, surely you’ve been numbed to all rejection? You’ve matured? Grown up? You’re an Adult Writer, Hardened To The Knocks Of Life?
Yes, well, fuck that, I cried. It’s bloody raining outside and I don’t have enough money to live on and I had a fight with my (nearly) teenage daughter this morning about a goddamn umbrella, I ask you, could life be more stupid.
The Golden Age of Depressed.