So, this is my vent-blog. Okay. I'm down with that.
Okay. So, I try to do my job. And everyone else's jobs. And try to make the show the best show we have had for years and years. What thanks do I get? Well.... none. Just stress and hate and a lack of understanding and tears.
I don't think I'm capable enough to do this well.
Or I don't think I'm capable of being the object of hatred that others see in me.
I don't like the tears. My skin is not thick. My heart is not frozen. My soul is not strong enough. I end up just sitting here, thinking of a metaphorical cliff that I can send myself off of. And trying to find a way to make the others understand why the things were the way they were.
And try to remember that sticks and stones may break my bones....