@DavieFoster
wassup, doubt anyone will actually see this but it's wolfie here
i'm having some trouble getting into my account right now so i'm obviously mostly active on my backup at the moment
unfortunately that means i can't add on to any of the "to the end" books right now, but as soon as i figure out what's going on, that's the first thing i'll be updating
:)
anyone else have random lapses in memory about important things and then feel super shitty afterwards??
aaaaaaa no more Chorus Line and no auditions for two weeks
@VanessaJ3452 i'm gonna cry :')
TW
wow two panic attacks in two hours that's gotta be a new record for me.
heh so i just found out i'm auditioning tomorrow for a show i've always wanted to do at a theatre i've never auditioned at
i'm fucking panicking
@Emperorwaddles it went decent. i ran out of breath during my song, and they only asked me to read one line before i was able to leave. callbacks were wednesday, and they said the cast list would be out by the end of this week and i haven't seen it Thanks for asking!
Thank you for the follow! I'd love if you could check out my work some time and give your opinion!<3
i have established that i will forever be alone because my standards have been replaced by Mr. Darcy
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I actually knew what was going on. If I could actually be proud of the choices I made, regardless of what happened later. But of course real life isn't like that.
Real life is a mess, just like me. Sometimes, I make decisions, not knowing what will happen, and that takes a risk that I don't enjoy taking.
Sometimes, that risk pays off. Everything works out, and there's no reason to stress over it. God knows I don't need that.
Sometimes things aren't so perfect. I put myself out there, not knowing if I'll be okay. I make myself vulnerable. And it breaks me to know that the fear of this keeps me from so many opportunities that I know I have and don't take.
And sometimes I tear myself apart without even knowing why or having a reason. I let my fear of being broken break me on its own. I cry myself to sleep at night just from wondering what will happen. I go over and over in my head through the "what ifs" of tomorrow and let it drive me insane before snapping myself back to reality.
Nothing has happened.
I have nothing to tear myself apart about.
So why do I feel defeated?
And what have I lost myself to?
happy new year cubs