renegadefuzz

so I just had to admit to my mother how crappy this semester really went. I had to ask her for the fax number to her work so that my directing professor could send me an incomplete form for her class. Yeah. Not exactly something I was proud of. This really was not a good semester. Just thinking about it still makes me cry. I've had such a hard time with everything, I didn't want to stay in the cities, I didn't want to stay in school, I didn't even want to keep doing theatre. Well, except for rare fun moments. But now I've decided that I want to stay in it. I want to keep going and somehow make it and survive.

I won't let this summer kill me. Hell no.

I'm better than this. I swear.