Don't have enough money to do anything. Barely getting by on the work that comes my way, can't find steady work. Either overqualified, or not qualified enough. Almost ten years making films, and I see stuff made by first timers that far outstrips my s**t. Never going to achieve my dreams.
Failure with friends.
Failure in athletics.
Failure in love.
Failure at my job.
What I love to do I have no future in. What I seem to have a future in, as a researcher, I despise, because it will mean a lifetime spent at computers, or alone in dusty rooms of paper, far from people or real human experience.
I'm seeing my life laid out and I can't endure it if this is what my whole life will be.
I want to kill myself, except it kills me to think everyone at the funeral will be there because they know my parents, not because of me.
I want to hurt myself: hack off the foot that won't heal, that kept me from being a good runner. I want to slash my ugly face with a razor. And then I want to disappear forever.