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Let me say something.
This middle school play I somehow got myself into is killing me inside.
Hate to say it.
You're all nice people, but even so... it's a nice role, but I have never been so uncomfortable in my life.
Every time I'm at rehearsal, I just wanna be around Meredith, a girl who is mentioned around me way too much by the 8th grade girls. I just feel... like a break may have been better...
Well, it's hard to have such a heart-felt post when i'm listening to "The Internet is for Porn." What puts a smile on my face? Avenue Q.
Back to rehearsal stuff. I just... I'll tell you, kissing people in this play makes me feel godawful. It just doesn't feel right.
Slowly but surely, I'm realizing even the most secure of us in this world have our insecurities. A lot of them. Reading the livejournals of people, we're very similar.
THEN WHY THE HELL DO WE HAVE THESE FUCKING CLICKS?
Why is it that a person is judged for one thing he did four years ago that he has done nothing but work on proving that thing wrong? That kid doesn't even know me, but he calls me mean.
Honesly, am I a mean person? I would like to know. Yes, I can be sarcastic a lot, but am I really mean?
Well, as I said, we all have these things. As I said in a poem I wrote once:
We all have these moments.
Moments we can not fall asleep and we can not feel alive.
Last time I thought about this I can't remember.
I may never again.
And with that, I conclude this post of... well just little tidbits I guess. Too many emotions in one boy.
This middle school play I somehow got myself into is killing me inside.
Hate to say it.
You're all nice people, but even so... it's a nice role, but I have never been so uncomfortable in my life.
Every time I'm at rehearsal, I just wanna be around Meredith, a girl who is mentioned around me way too much by the 8th grade girls. I just feel... like a break may have been better...
Well, it's hard to have such a heart-felt post when i'm listening to "The Internet is for Porn." What puts a smile on my face? Avenue Q.
Back to rehearsal stuff. I just... I'll tell you, kissing people in this play makes me feel godawful. It just doesn't feel right.
Slowly but surely, I'm realizing even the most secure of us in this world have our insecurities. A lot of them. Reading the livejournals of people, we're very similar.
THEN WHY THE HELL DO WE HAVE THESE FUCKING CLICKS?
Why is it that a person is judged for one thing he did four years ago that he has done nothing but work on proving that thing wrong? That kid doesn't even know me, but he calls me mean.
Honesly, am I a mean person? I would like to know. Yes, I can be sarcastic a lot, but am I really mean?
Well, as I said, we all have these things. As I said in a poem I wrote once:
We all have these moments.
Moments we can not fall asleep and we can not feel alive.
Last time I thought about this I can't remember.
I may never again.
And with that, I conclude this post of... well just little tidbits I guess. Too many emotions in one boy.