Um... okay- where to begin?
Looking around at my older brother and my parents, our car drove up the driveway to the new house, which was swarming with movers--No... thats TOO far back. hmmmm
All my life I have been enveloped by misery, UTTER msiery (okay, not so much since finding Gaia! blaugh ). Since as long as I can remember, I have ALWAYS wanted to die. ... cry
But then I met, HIM.
I've always acknowledged acting as a way of getting what you want and survivng life. So I signed up for an after school acting lessons with a large company... *cue fade into memory*
Every Thursday I would kiss then flip my parents good-bye as I bolted off to the greatest moments of my daily life at the time- acting: dancing and singing, with great people who were bound to become FAMOUS in their adult years; wonderful, fun people. Everyone was SO happy, I would cry because I wasn't. Home wasn't so comforting.
The acting lessons were nothing but fun and happiness... so strange and all around me... and it only lasted for 2 hours.
Our last lesson was singing-- I would excuse myself for some air; then I would slump down outside the door and cry. But my tears dried up yonks ago- no tears, NO MATTER HOW I tried... my eyes remained dry. And no one in my life, EVER!, has EVER comforted me... NO one, Ever.... I'd always cried alone, every night-- and no one knew...
*cut out of memory*
*looks like she's gonna burst out crying* I'm not sure I can do this...
· Fri Oct 23, 2009 @ 02:11pm · 0 Comments