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God, I've never felt so lost. it's like, everything that I've been living for the past week is just gone. We finished "Babes in Arms" yesterday. I cannot believe it's over. I finally feel like I'm almost out of here. And I don't want to be. Not yet. I'm not ready. Shit, if I were ready to leave Harlem, I wouldn't have cried myeyes out last night and been on the verge of it all day today. I hate this. I don't want to be an emotional wreck. I don't know what to DO. I won't walk into drama tomorrow morning to have a stack of things to type and fix for Mr. Lew. I won't be staying after school for play practice. Instead I'll be practicing a speech for graduation. A speech that I just finished writing. Gah.
I saw Nick last night. Geeze, was it ever good to talk to him. He was my best drama buddy. He'd actually lead me off stage during blackouts in musical beause he knew I couldn't see where I was going. I've missed him this year. A lot.
I cried my eyes out last night. And I don't think it'll be the last of my tears.
At least I still have Scotland to look forward to. I'm not useless yet.

Post-show let down is rough.

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God, I've never felt so lost. it's like, everything that I've been living for the past week is just gone. We finished "Babes in Arms" yesterday. I cannot believe it's over. I finally feel like I'm almost out of here. And I don't want to be. Not yet. I'm not ready. Shit, if I were ready to leave Harlem, I wouldn't have cried myeyes out last night and been on the verge of it all day today. I hate this. I don't want to be an emotional wreck. I don't know what to DO. I won't walk into drama tomorrow morning to have a stack of things to type and fix for Mr. Lew. I won't be staying after school for play practice. Instead I'll be practicing a speech for graduation. A speech that I just finished writing. Gah.
I saw Nick last night. Geeze, was it ever good to talk to him. He was my best drama buddy. He'd actually lead me off stage during blackouts in musical beause he knew I couldn't see where I was going. I've missed him this year. A lot.
I cried my eyes out last night. And I don't think it'll be the last of my tears.
At least I still have Scotland to look forward to. I'm not useless yet.

Post-show let down is rough.