Stress
My head aches and my chest pounds. The feeling rumbles as the stress increases. I don't feel it on stage, well, not usually, but after I'm dead. I'm beaten and left for the dogs to die. That's how I feel at the end of the day. I walk in, and all my parents want to talk about is the show, and all it does is make my stress level increase. I need to cope with stress on my own. Other things I agree, I need to talk with them about, but stress, no, stress you have to deal with however you know how to, and for me, I just have to deal with it on my own. This show will happen, and it will be good. I can already tell that. I just know that it will also eat me and tear me and rip me to pieces. And then I'll have finals, and then Summer will hit and I'll be dead.
But you know what, I still love it. I love to stage manage, I love theatre, I love it all. Even though it eats me alive and probably takes a good 10-15 years off my life, and another centimeter of gray hair on my head prolly, I still love it. And I wouldn't give it up for anything. I just wish I didn't have all this stress... that's all.... Because, when I stress, I lose it mentally, and I get mad. And I have a fury in me that makes people stop talking to me, and I just get so freakin lonely, and I hate it. I try my hardest to stop the stress, but I have yet to figure out how to. And so, it's usually about this time and I find my life blow up, and afterwords I notice, hey look, my friends are all gone, wonder where they went. And then I have to start all over with friendships, after every show. And it sucks, and I hate it. Well, enough of my hardships, I'll leave you be.
G'night
But you know what, I still love it. I love to stage manage, I love theatre, I love it all. Even though it eats me alive and probably takes a good 10-15 years off my life, and another centimeter of gray hair on my head prolly, I still love it. And I wouldn't give it up for anything. I just wish I didn't have all this stress... that's all.... Because, when I stress, I lose it mentally, and I get mad. And I have a fury in me that makes people stop talking to me, and I just get so freakin lonely, and I hate it. I try my hardest to stop the stress, but I have yet to figure out how to. And so, it's usually about this time and I find my life blow up, and afterwords I notice, hey look, my friends are all gone, wonder where they went. And then I have to start all over with friendships, after every show. And it sucks, and I hate it. Well, enough of my hardships, I'll leave you be.
G'night