I can't believe it's over. It seems as if it were only yesterday that we first stepped onto the stage singing "Belle". (Well, two days ago, but who's counting?) Now, it's done. There's going to be that horrid void in my life until One-Act starts up again. I suppose that's why I want to be an actress; the void will only be there when I choose for it
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-is not really all that fun unless you want to build sand villas / snorkel for 293023 hours in a row / read Oscar Wilde novels marked by salt and sunscreen
I'm so sick of being a horomonally-charged, fickle teenage girl. Can I just skip straight to 20? I can be myself at 20, and maybe I won't be so self-consious and feel so unworthy and subordinate
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