I didn't fall off the planet...
Most of you probably didn't notice, but I don't remember the last time I posted and this is primarily just a 'what the hell its been awhile' post. Life for me at the moment is pretty sweet. I'm living on my own, I have a car that I can rely on, I have a job that I can unfotunatly rely on, I am pretty much managing my own theatre...so what if it's a high school theatre? It's my name thats on the door...metaphoricly, I have just succesfully closed my first musical and recived a bottle of wine as a gift. I may not have any money to my name, but aside from one tiny detail that I will probably never get over, I'm relativly happy. For the first time in a really long time. I'm totally okay with where I am at. It feels great.
Is it sad that I'm sad that I think I'm starting to forget him?
Is it sad that I'm sad that I think I'm starting to forget him?