Merry Christmas--it snuck up on me this year.

So things have become so different. I don't even know how to explain it. It's like I don't even know who use to write on this.

I don't even know what to say, I just kinda hate stuff lately.

Haven't spoken to you in a year almost. It's crazy, but somehow I feel like I'm chasing ghosts. You haunt me even though I've removed you. You were so far under my skin that every person I look at I find pieces of you that prod at the scar that you left when I tore you out. It sickens me to think how much I care. I'm not this kind of person. But ( Read more... )

never tell me good news again. because it oddly sounds just like bad news with a smile.

I wish I still was living on the outside; least from their I could see the stars.

I'm about to let it all go, I've got nothing from you to call my own. Your selfish, inconsiderate, and insensitive. Where does the good go?

Stay, just only a bit longer ( Read more... )

I have come to notice over my years of theatre that I have become more and more influencial to my peers and far more malleable for myself. Before theatre was just plug in and compute, like a complicated math problem put into a calculator, all the difficulties and complications were taken away and I just had to ‘do it’. However, as I have made my ( Read more... )

Working on Susan Yankowitz, The Terminal as been increasingly difficult lately, especially with the nonstop flow of ideas that the class has been spewing; it seems that we are either butting heads with each other or at a stop. Since we are all collaborating together, it’s difficult for me to step back and let other people take the wheel, since I’m ( Read more... )