I never write anymore.

It’s starting to hit me again - that strange, late-night loneliness that makes me long for sleep or cigarettes, whichever is easiest. I lay in my bed and I stare at my four walls and I think about things that will bring on the tears because crying is the only thing I can do. I wonder why I do this to myself, willingly, and if I have really changed.

The answer is no. I am still the same girl who fell in love with you, knowing the limits, knowing the risks. I will never be able to let go of the hopes that I have and the dreams I need realized.

The hopes and the dreams that will die if I stay with you.

Today was just a really, really good day.

Tomorrow is going to be insane.

Interviewing to be a Co-Chair of the Events Review Committee for Student Government.  First day at my internship (!!!!!!).  Student Affairs Awards Dinner.  Signing the lease for my new apartment.

I’m also in the midst of applying to work at the Delacorte Theatre this summer.  It’s one of my favorite theatres - outside, right in Central Park.  

I just want to start working towards making this my life.  I’m thinking more and more about not taking a year off and just applying right away to get my Masters at London Central School of Speech and Drama.  Don’t know how I’m going to pay for it but… YOLO?

Whuteva.

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This is my human. When human is fussy, I just pet it like this.
As you can see, human is calm.

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