Mar 27, 2005 02:22
I think it is time. To write.
So the show is about to end. It makes me sad. For many reasons. Mostly because this is the first time in a long time that I have been really proud of the work I have done. Really excited about being in play and really sad that it is over.
And not to mention the certain people who will be out of sight and not mind in about 24 hours.
So tomorrow is the day when I decide if I bite the bullet or not. But lets not put so much pressure on me.
Sometimes I wonder if all these certain people who keep reappearing in my life will turn out to be something more significant. Or if it is just me being silly and sentimental. Me hoping that fate is a real thing and if I will not end up like Deb but will have that 'love' that we all dream about but may or may not actually exist.
This is the thing about me when I get drunk, Im so fun when Im still at the bar, but then I get home and I get so sad.
But don't forget. It could always be worse.
oh well baby, I aint got no plans, gonna float on maybe would you understand?