the dark months
It's the dark time of year in Utah. The sky is filled with fog. There are no stars. The trees are dead, and the ground is white and brown. The air quality is terrible. There is no more birdsong. Outside, it's freezing, which means that indoors it's boiling. I know that I need to get out of here soon. I was happy when in California for Thanksgiving, being with family -- then when I returned to Utah, everything came crashing back down. All the spark in me has died out. I feel like a hollow shell, with nothing but a black void within. I made the mistake of checking my DreamWorks chats since I haven't been removed yet. I won't be removed for another 2 weeks. I saw all the pictures from the Trolls wrap party. Everyone was so happy, and it broke me all over again. That was my only movie and I might never get to work on another one, because of stupid outsourcing to Canada. But here’s my name for proof I guess. I wanted to finish my career there at DWA, or stay until I t