I wrote a play. ^That’s the title.
We’re workshopping it on monday in class and I’m completely nerve wracked it’s going to suck… Felt like I was going to throw up in class today. I’ve read the ones from the other people who were in my “group” and mine is way too serious… My ten minute play is ten pages worth of argumentative shit that’s going to make people think I’m slightly overdramatic/insane.
Why did I take a class where our work is analyzed when I hate people reading my stuff?
I just found out about Sleep No More… And ummm, $105 for a ticket? Fuuuuuuuck.
It sounds like it’s amazing… and it’s on my birthday… :(
Yeahh, you wanna not be so entertaining? I have an accounting final to study for…
I swear I can’t go a full week without smelling your cologne at least once.
It’s like it’s haunting me. Your scent is everywhere.
Yeah, fuck you college… You too work.
This song… I swear it doesn’t get old.
And it’s partially my life right now…
And I miss what we might’ve had, honey I miss what we could’ve done.
It’s good to know “you really do mean a lot to me” and “somedays I feel like I don’t deserve you” really mean “I’m going to cut you out of my life completely and stop talking to you.” I’m glad it was as easy as that for you. At least now I really know how much our friendship means to you.
These past seven days have been an emotional shitstorm… Hopefully the next seven will be better?
I have this inexplicable ability to fuck everything up.