Mm...
Life is crazy isn't it?
You can be flying so high, then get shot down instantly. You can have the best day of your life and the worst day of your life in one minute. You can be jealously in love. The stupidest little things can make or break a day for you. You never realize you're having the time of your life until it's over. You could want to sing, laugh, cry, scream... but you can't say a word.
Or maybe it's me?
There are so many things to get done, but I have no will to do any of it, good or bad. Monotony is setting in again, it must be this dark, dank winter season. School is just part of the routine now. Sometimes I think, "Thank God it's my senior year". But you know, with me, that thought can never stay long.
What's the point of this entry? I don't think there is one. I love my theater friends, they make me feel happy and accepted. Could theater be my calling rather than art? It's a ponderment that I doubt, hah. I've gotta get out more often, I feel pent up.
I need change in a big way.
You can be flying so high, then get shot down instantly. You can have the best day of your life and the worst day of your life in one minute. You can be jealously in love. The stupidest little things can make or break a day for you. You never realize you're having the time of your life until it's over. You could want to sing, laugh, cry, scream... but you can't say a word.
Or maybe it's me?
There are so many things to get done, but I have no will to do any of it, good or bad. Monotony is setting in again, it must be this dark, dank winter season. School is just part of the routine now. Sometimes I think, "Thank God it's my senior year". But you know, with me, that thought can never stay long.
What's the point of this entry? I don't think there is one. I love my theater friends, they make me feel happy and accepted. Could theater be my calling rather than art? It's a ponderment that I doubt, hah. I've gotta get out more often, I feel pent up.
I need change in a big way.