TRIED. that's the word. and I actually cried, not because the movie cut through me which of course it did but because I was so frustrated it wouldn't work. I just wanna finish a simple movie and it just won't work. So of course my mind went haywire and started thinking about all my failures, all the defects in what I get, and basically being a complaining bitch.
I failed.
There, and why am I thinking about my ex?
I failed. My "loved" shirt isn't so honest anymore.
