cavatica

Didn't get any of my written stuff into the Arrowhead, the school's literary magazine.

The fucking irresponsible editor of said Arrowhead didn't bother to tell me, when she called the other night to tell me she needed the digital copy of the one photograph that DID get in, that she needed it by 4pm today. I didn't get her "reminder" email until just now. Sent her the pic anyway but I guess it's too late.

I didn't get my shit together in time for the deadline of the schoolwide poetry contest and I know my poetry professor is going to give me grief about it. I'll lay into her if she does. I don't care. I just called and left her a message saying I won't be attending that ridiculous awards ceremony next week. Why the fuck should I? Look, Charlotte. Here are all the people who are more successful than you. Clap for them.

Fuck you.

I feel like a failure.