I'm unhealthy. It is almost 4am on a Sunday night well I guess Monday morning and I can't sleep. I can't sleep because I miss home so so much. I can't sleep because I'm starving. I can't sleep because Andrew gave me the "we need to take a step back" talk AGAIN!

I need meds.

I need Miami.

I'm so beyond exhausted.

I think I'm dating a mean man.

I can never do anything right! I swear, he gets pissed at me everyday for stupid, silly shit!

I'm throwing up (since yesterday) and I decided not to go out bc of it and he's telling me "Well move on." and shit. I'm so sick of his crap!

Yet, I love talking to him when he's not being psycho.

FUCK!

So I'm here in Boston, in my brother's dorm room with his roommates and I started thinking...

I hate boys. I really, really do. I need someone who is secure enough in themselves to not cheat and lie.

I need a man.

I fucking hate TAP DANCING!

Never, ever, ever, ever will I be a tap dancer so just stop trying!

Double, Triple Time Step?!

THE PRODUCERS COMBINATION?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!

Fuck me.

So I feel so detached from everyone lately. I miss Laura, I miss my family, I miss Megan, but I'm so excited to be here. This cold rain is killing me... SNOW TONIGHT?! Sheesh ( Read more... )

So going to theater school and having dorms here is a lot like being at States or IEs ... 24/7.

Does anyone remember what that is like? Yeah. EVERYDAY.

I'm exhausted.

Okay so...

I'm about to fucking kill the people hanging out in my lounge. WHY SO LOUD?!?

I am so in love with this city.

I think I got placed in level 5 for tap and jazz and level 4 for ballet. :D :D :D :D :D

This is what I've been waiting for!

Okay so... I have one day left in Miami.

Thank God.