Yesterday my apartment was robbed. Last night, an actor walked out on the play I'm in that goes up in a week and a half.
At least I'm alive and healthy and so are my family and friends. At least I have family and friends I love who love me back.
But things suck.
I wish these non-stop rehearsals and performances would stop so I could go out with you guys and forget everything. Get me drunk or stoned or something. No, not stoned. That's not me. Too stinky. And no, I don't want to get drunk, that's not me either (as you all well know). I would just wallow anyways. None of it, none of that - it's not my style. How come other people deal with things like that but I have no interest? What the heck is my style? Just feel miserable?
I don't even want to go dancing. I just want to walk around with some of you and cry on a shoulder.
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