i love you
Guess what? I want it to be Monday already. Monday, 11:30 PM.
I don't know if it's because we were practically inseperable for two and a half weeks, and now all of a sudden we're over 1,000 miles apart, or because I know that after he spends a week and a half here with me he's going to have to leave and I won't see him until March, and I don't want to be cheated out of a single minute.
I'm unpacking. Kind of. Most of the clothes are put away anyway.
I don't want to go to rehearsal tomorrow. I feel gross.
Sometimes I think that after I graduate I don't want to perform at all. I'd be happy just choreographing and teaching and doing outreach. Performing is stressful. Having to keep yourself in perfect shape all the time. The food thing. The leotard thing. I'll change my mind a million times though.
Get here. Hurry.
I'm not sure whether I'm talking about the end of school or Monday.
"Get older. Hurry."
I don't know if it's because we were practically inseperable for two and a half weeks, and now all of a sudden we're over 1,000 miles apart, or because I know that after he spends a week and a half here with me he's going to have to leave and I won't see him until March, and I don't want to be cheated out of a single minute.
I'm unpacking. Kind of. Most of the clothes are put away anyway.
I don't want to go to rehearsal tomorrow. I feel gross.
Sometimes I think that after I graduate I don't want to perform at all. I'd be happy just choreographing and teaching and doing outreach. Performing is stressful. Having to keep yourself in perfect shape all the time. The food thing. The leotard thing. I'll change my mind a million times though.
Get here. Hurry.
I'm not sure whether I'm talking about the end of school or Monday.
"Get older. Hurry."