:/
I'm so detatched from reality its not even funny. haha
I've been talking to a boy. And I REALLY like him and he seems to like me. But I'm terrified.
A few simple trips to copy centers and post offices would set me right on the cliff of diving into a world of agents and auditions and everything I've ever wanted. But I'm terrified.
Derek has a car now and we are looking to move in a couple months. I'm terrified.
My mom's unrelenting control over my being KEEPS me terrified.
But so do my own bad decisions, my own excuses, my own relcutance to own up.
here i am
I've been talking to a boy. And I REALLY like him and he seems to like me. But I'm terrified.
A few simple trips to copy centers and post offices would set me right on the cliff of diving into a world of agents and auditions and everything I've ever wanted. But I'm terrified.
Derek has a car now and we are looking to move in a couple months. I'm terrified.
My mom's unrelenting control over my being KEEPS me terrified.
But so do my own bad decisions, my own excuses, my own relcutance to own up.
here i am