My god, I appear to hate everything. I'M REALLY STRESSED RIGHT NOW.

Also, I have come to the conclusion that any female put in charge of costuming a show instantly turns into a mega bitch. I am ready to shoot a few people.

People suck. I am so over everything. I cannot wait until this is all over. I have not been home on a weekend for three weeks now. I miss Shawn, I miss the audience. I wish everything would magically work out, and that the 115 page script I was handed at rehearsal Monday night will magicallly embed itself in my brain, as well as everything in my bass folder for band. I wish every person in Anne Frank had a costume that magically appears on the rack when I need it. I wish the boys in that show weren't such whiney bitches. I wish the costume closet was bigger. I was going through it yesterday, and found some stuff I liked, so I took them. It's like thrift shopping. I wish I didn't have to go to the thrift store tomorrow to buy what everyone else forgot to. I wish I could just go away.



And by the way, that was the dumbest arguement I've ever heard. You think you're so mature, but you're only fourteen. Stop being such a fucking freshman, and sort your shit out. I don't care about your problems.



Everyone in the world can go fuck off. I don't want any of your shit right now.





I'm not liking any of this.