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As much as I enjoyed it, I can't wait for this year to be over. Some things that have been happening need to stop, and some things that haven't been should start happening.
Summer is going to kick ass. Not being held back by my mind or my surroundings next year will be great. I'm ready to explode into my world in the best way possible.
Theatre is something that I'm still confused about. I feel like I know what I'm doing, but either a--people don't give me the chance to show it or b--I don't know what I'm doing and nobody has the gall to tell me.
I have the feeling that people don't tell me a lot of things sometimes. I feel that, in an entirely exaggerated sense, I'm at the center of a conspiracy to see how much shit I can take before I break down again. Or I could just be paranoid, but I even feel that paranoia is based in a truth somewhere.
I must sound like such a shmuck--maybe I should just focus on writing for a while.
I'm 99.9% sure that I didn't get my petition to direct a show next year, but nobody's telling me, so I'm left in limbo while my friends are preparing monologues for an audition I'd like to do, but can't commit myself to until I'm sure of this latest rejection.
I'm happy, I swear I am, I'm just exhausted. The fact that I've become sick for the second time this year doesn't help.
Here's to A-Town,
Jr
Summer is going to kick ass. Not being held back by my mind or my surroundings next year will be great. I'm ready to explode into my world in the best way possible.
Theatre is something that I'm still confused about. I feel like I know what I'm doing, but either a--people don't give me the chance to show it or b--I don't know what I'm doing and nobody has the gall to tell me.
I have the feeling that people don't tell me a lot of things sometimes. I feel that, in an entirely exaggerated sense, I'm at the center of a conspiracy to see how much shit I can take before I break down again. Or I could just be paranoid, but I even feel that paranoia is based in a truth somewhere.
I must sound like such a shmuck--maybe I should just focus on writing for a while.
I'm 99.9% sure that I didn't get my petition to direct a show next year, but nobody's telling me, so I'm left in limbo while my friends are preparing monologues for an audition I'd like to do, but can't commit myself to until I'm sure of this latest rejection.
I'm happy, I swear I am, I'm just exhausted. The fact that I've become sick for the second time this year doesn't help.
Here's to A-Town,
Jr