So. I graduated college. I'm living on my own in California, working with a theatre company in an entry level job ( Read more... )

I don't know that I've ever felt more helpless in my life.

I still can't wrap my mind around it. It doesn't seem possible. I'm still a kid. There's so much more that I'm supposed to do before I become an adult ( Read more... )

The semester is almost over ( Read more... )

Today I did a good thing.

Today I was incredibly and unabashedly proud of myself.

It's good to know I can still kind of impress myself.......

Good things ( Read more... )

...every day I wish I were truly as brave as I try to pretend to be....

I'm sick of hypocrites.

I'm sick of 'it's not my job.'

I'm REALLY sick of apathy. That's what it all comes down to. When people stop caring about other people and their work, that is when the world goes to SHIT. And the world around me has gone to shit.

When do my quirks get to be "cute" or "funny" instead of "weird" and "obsessive"? I refuse to apologize for who I am, but feeling isolated and like an outcast is getting old.

Is there ever going to be a point where I actually enjoy everything about my life for what it is?

I'm over this life....can I have a new one?

So I usually hate birthdays. Ever since I can remember, I've wanted someone to throw me a surprise party. When I was about 7 years old, I threw my mom a surprise party (completely by myself and my own accord, with my dad only helping by getting her out of the house while I set up) hoping she'd get the hint and I'd get one too. I didn't. I never ( Read more... )