FISH CAN'T READ.
Whoops. I keep meaning to update, but I keep forgetting and finding other random things to do. This week has been fairly eventful, as everyone who reads this at all knows. Auditions on Tuesday...I'm still wondering if I did well enough at all. I'll be pissed if I manage to get through this year being only known to upperclassmen as Piers's little sister. One day I'll get my own life. As of yet, I don't have any idea what that'll be, but hopefully, it'll be better than this perpetual waiting.
I always feel like I'm waiting for someone else, physically and metaphorically alike. Whether it be as simple as waiting for Piers to get his ass out of the theater on even days, or waiting for John to...well, make up his mind. Now I'm waiting to see I got in company for the musical, and I'm also waiting for my own oppurtunity to break through. Somehow, even that's about waiting for others. To the truth, I'm sick of waiting, but for some reason, I can't think of anything else to do. What else is there? I do everything people want me to, but I'm still waiting...and waiting...forever. I often stop to wonder what I'm waiting for. Individuality? Love? Peace of mind? How do I initiate the process of getting what I really want, or for that matter, the process of finding out exactly what that is?
My memory may not be great, my hair may tend to pouf, and I may shakily attempt to stay cloaked under my brother's shadow, but that doesn't mean I can't make my own reputation. I suppose I have- I'd be alone in the freshmen class otherwise. I'm not sure what that means though. Do I make my own friends, or do I just feed off of what Piers has? Am I entitled to call you guys my own friends, or just people I'm lucky enough to know? Should I not expect more than that? What do I, Kyrie, have?
Too many questions, that's what.
I always feel like I'm waiting for someone else, physically and metaphorically alike. Whether it be as simple as waiting for Piers to get his ass out of the theater on even days, or waiting for John to...well, make up his mind. Now I'm waiting to see I got in company for the musical, and I'm also waiting for my own oppurtunity to break through. Somehow, even that's about waiting for others. To the truth, I'm sick of waiting, but for some reason, I can't think of anything else to do. What else is there? I do everything people want me to, but I'm still waiting...and waiting...forever. I often stop to wonder what I'm waiting for. Individuality? Love? Peace of mind? How do I initiate the process of getting what I really want, or for that matter, the process of finding out exactly what that is?
My memory may not be great, my hair may tend to pouf, and I may shakily attempt to stay cloaked under my brother's shadow, but that doesn't mean I can't make my own reputation. I suppose I have- I'd be alone in the freshmen class otherwise. I'm not sure what that means though. Do I make my own friends, or do I just feed off of what Piers has? Am I entitled to call you guys my own friends, or just people I'm lucky enough to know? Should I not expect more than that? What do I, Kyrie, have?
Too many questions, that's what.