Suicide looms overhead...
Suicide looms overhead…
Rejection. And I do not mean ones that have something to do with relationships.
Although those words were not uttered, my photos were practically tossed aside anyway. Out of the three photos required for the assignment, only one made the mark. Frighteningly enough, out of the sixty odd students in my class, only five managed to successfully submit all three photos.
Things do not look good, and I do feel pretty down and low at the moment. Another weekend spent for shooting photos is not what I exactly had in mind, but heck.
So I will be licking my wounds elsewhere.
On air now: So I Quit, Filter (The Amalgamut, 2002)