but, actually.
I’m done with you.
(Source: anditslove)
Girl Problems (RE: Only wanting what you can’t have.)
I’m over him, pretty much completely. Thinking of him causes me neither the intense pain that would leave me writhing in my bed, nor the powerful happiness that would have me floating on sunshine.
And, yet, I broke down, because of him, on Sunday.
I was in the green room early in the afternoon, overjoyed about the prospect of working at the Barn this summer, when it hit me. If I got the internship, and stayed up here, the next time I would have a chance to see him would be in December, making it a full year since I last saw him. This realization caused me to collapse in sharp, heart breaking, pain. Tears overcame me, and only my friend’s calm, supportive, skype call could calm me down. She told me of this great opportunity, and I shouldn’t be sad that I wouldn’t see him for such a long time. Time separates people, such is the nature of life. I agreed, and was more resolved than ever to get this Internship.
Well, yesterday I talked to the lady in charge of the playhouse, and, thus, the internship. She said I would be able to go home for about two weeks, and that sh could even throw in some extra money to help cover the costs. Obviously, I was thrilled to be able to go back home, see my mom, go to the Class of 2012’s graduation, see my dog, see my friends….see him?
Now that I can go back home, I don’t give a rat’s ass if I see him or not. Only when he was “forbidden” from me did I want him. Why should it be any other way?
I guess I’m not as unique as I thought, and my heart is just as illogical as the next girl’s.
Lovely.
That moment when you haven’t seen your best friend in forever
Last night, Beauty and the Beast rehearsals.
(Source: thesunmiki)
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