I know March doesn't really begin for another 4 hours and some odd minutes, but it's over...February is fucking over! It feels as though this giant weight has been lifted from me. Every year, every February, I die. The month is hell, I hurt people, I say things I don't mean, I take everything personally, I have flashbacks, I can't sleep, and
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But...that didn't stop me from having a dream about you last night.
You were rehearsing lines for "Inpatient" and you asked me to rehearse with you. You had long hair. You started crying on page 6. The end.
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It's Dawn (got your username from Jo's page)...
Just wanted to say hi :)
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