What do you do Agnes? I breathe...
I push people away
and then I'm like
well, fuck
it's lonely over here
without any people
but I don't stop
it's easier
you see
when I do it first
The show opens in a week. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when it's over. I'll joke around and complain about the horrendous rehearsal schedule (9am-11pm tomorrow, good goddess), but in reality, I think it's what's keeping me sane right now. There's no time to really focus on anything else. When that goes away, and it's just me looking around at what my life has become, I don't think I'm going to like what I see.
I'm sorry.