Frustration
i don’t know what’s worse, when things go bad and it’s your fault, or when things go bad and there’s nothing you can do about it.
For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot in swear words now, probably related to the time of month and my level of stress, definitely related to the fact that I’m “directing” a play and a film, directing in quotation marks because I really have no idea what the hell I’m doing. It’s not so bad in YFAT, where the cast and crew acknowledge that while everyone is nearly the same age, responsibility must be delegated and respected for the sake of efficiency and optimum performance, but damn, the film is killing me.
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