For those who missed my insightful entries..
I'm going to be honest with you all for a moment. I'm not jewish. I'm also not gay, artsy, or a product of NJ or some performing arts school. I'm one of the five people at Emerson who hasn't declared their major. I'm almost a homebody. How do I fit in here in Boston? Barely. Everytime I walk by the police horses, I have to restrain myself from nuzzling my face into their neck fur.
And, truthfully, I'm afraid to go back to Lunenburg this weekend. I haven't hung out with that group since New Years, unless you count the time I went to Tiffany's to shoot Paradox and saw people.
I'm nervous. I'm different. I want things to go back to the begining of Junior year. I want it to be easier. I don't think some of the Lunenburg kids even consider me their friend anymore. I'm not complaining, it's understandable. When someone moves away, changes, perhaps loses touch, both people can't just hop back into old habits and be friends again, or even comfortable acquaintances. meh. I'm going home late on friday night, after rehearsal. Oh goodness, how do I explain that to people.
I wish I could just send letters to everyone saying that I'm still the same Lexie on the inside and I miss everyone and I'm interested in what they're doing and that I think about people daily and how I would give anything in my life to have stayed at Lunenburg my senior year.
... because I know I'm going to get there and I'm going to have missed so much. The whole of senior year and the summer following it. I'm considering not going back. Damnit.
And, truthfully, I'm afraid to go back to Lunenburg this weekend. I haven't hung out with that group since New Years, unless you count the time I went to Tiffany's to shoot Paradox and saw people.
I'm nervous. I'm different. I want things to go back to the begining of Junior year. I want it to be easier. I don't think some of the Lunenburg kids even consider me their friend anymore. I'm not complaining, it's understandable. When someone moves away, changes, perhaps loses touch, both people can't just hop back into old habits and be friends again, or even comfortable acquaintances. meh. I'm going home late on friday night, after rehearsal. Oh goodness, how do I explain that to people.
I wish I could just send letters to everyone saying that I'm still the same Lexie on the inside and I miss everyone and I'm interested in what they're doing and that I think about people daily and how I would give anything in my life to have stayed at Lunenburg my senior year.
... because I know I'm going to get there and I'm going to have missed so much. The whole of senior year and the summer following it. I'm considering not going back. Damnit.