TRUE THEATRE (still in high school)
I cried right in front of her and she didn't fucking care "I just want everyone to look their best when the curtain comes up." I'm cut. Out. I'm bone tired and starving and it wasn't good enough. My last show.
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I am constantly looking to the future where I can potentially be happy or happier, while sometimes ignoring the love that is all around me constantly. I have two younger sisters who I adore along with lovely parents and animals on our farm. I simply wish to grow in my writing ability and hopefully give support to others giving their art to the world.
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