"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"
I am falling into the bad habit of not updating very often. Apparently the only time I think to write is after awakening in the middle of the night. It's really only 1:15 AM or so, but I went to bed around 10:30 in the hopes of catching up on my sleep a bit, but woke up about an hour ago and was unable to fall back asleep. So, of course, I got on my computer.
Last week, I managed to do what I NEVER thought I would actually do, and left my school theatre. I got cast in Little Shop of Horrors as chorus and understudy for Mushnik. I suddenly realized that if I didn't do the show I would stop being miserable all the time, plus I would have much more time to prepare for college auditions, take dance/voice lessons and so on. So I did it. I thought I might regret making that decision but I really don't. I just sort of grew out of all the bullshit.
For the past few weeks I've been feeling really guilty all the time. Mostly without reason. It's actually a bit jarring, because it's sort of a feeling like I'm failing at life. Nothing in particular is going wrong, nor am I particularly depressed. Just guilt-ridden. I'm sure it's just more of the hormones ravishing my poor body, but at this point it's getting a little bit old.
I have a love. I want him. I probably just jinxed it.
Last week, I managed to do what I NEVER thought I would actually do, and left my school theatre. I got cast in Little Shop of Horrors as chorus and understudy for Mushnik. I suddenly realized that if I didn't do the show I would stop being miserable all the time, plus I would have much more time to prepare for college auditions, take dance/voice lessons and so on. So I did it. I thought I might regret making that decision but I really don't. I just sort of grew out of all the bullshit.
For the past few weeks I've been feeling really guilty all the time. Mostly without reason. It's actually a bit jarring, because it's sort of a feeling like I'm failing at life. Nothing in particular is going wrong, nor am I particularly depressed. Just guilt-ridden. I'm sure it's just more of the hormones ravishing my poor body, but at this point it's getting a little bit old.
I have a love. I want him. I probably just jinxed it.