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Last night may have been one of the scarier nights of my life. I had a fairly average night with a performance, interrupted by a big disappointment (my parents came to see my show and then left the split second it ended, leaving me running around the lobby looking for them, thinking they'd wait to say hi). And the rest of the night was spend flipping between happy, joyful, euphoric highs and hysterical lows. I'm talking crying openly on the street bad. I was singing and dancing around a bar with my friends one moment, and was having trouble breathing and freaking the fuck out about 20 minutes later. It was so fucking strange and a little unnerving. I prefer to deal with these things rationally and with delicacy and reflection, rather than just freaking out on the street. It sullied an otherwise splendid evening with some dear friends that I hadn't seen in far too long. Hopefully that was just a blip and won't happen again.
Well, here I am writing awkwardly personal testimonies rather than studying. I'd rather tell you pretty much anything than go back to studying the chemical composition of soil.
Well, here I am writing awkwardly personal testimonies rather than studying. I'd rather tell you pretty much anything than go back to studying the chemical composition of soil.