quarternotes

I couldn't write anything now. I feel tired. My brain refuses to function. I'm weakened by the thought that I still have a long way to go to finish the script, and recording's in a few hours.

And the worst part is... at my weakest... people seem to be so insensitive. While he's constantly trying to lighten up the moment, he can't understand the gravity of what I'm going through, so he has no idea that I'm already crying my guts out. Would it kill him to care a bit more? Even just now... even for just a short while?