<human>: I just have to get this off my chest. All I want to be is a fucking storyteller. I screwed up my life twice in rapid succession, first by marrying the wrong person WAY too young, and second by blowing thousands of dollars on a liberal arts education that won't get me a job at Target. When it all came crashing down, I picked up the pieces and moved to Los Angeles, and I was SO happy, like I was finally starting my life properly...

...but today I feel like its just never going to happen. I've worked hard, I've met people and networked, I've written multiple screenplays and pilots, but right now I'm sitting in my apartment, completely broke, unemployed, and to top it all off I can't more than five sentences of script down at a time. Godammit. 

I hate days like today. I know it takes time, I know it takes a lot of hardwork and dedication, and the fact is I just haven't put the hours in yet. I don't DESERVE success yet, I deserve to struggle and fail and get my teeth kicked in for another ten years before maybe, MAYBE, it all comes together for me. I understand all of that most days.

But today I have nothing. There's no gas in the tank, no hope, not the slightest trace of optimism, just the first fifteen pages of a fucking horror/kung fu/revenge story that I started writing and I don't know what the fuck I was even thinking. 

I hate that I feel this way. I'm still young, I grew up white and privileged with parents who loved me and did their best, I should be counting my blessings, and many days I do. But today all I can manage is to stress eat and stare at a blank screen, and ponder the logistics of sending out a thousand more job applications for jobs I don't want, but would take in a heartbeat to pay the bills if they would so much as send me an e-mail back.

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<bot>: I'm alone in a strange city, far from anyone who loves me, and such a long way from anything resembling success or respect.