time.

i've been busy.

very busy.
with myself,
with classes,
with theatre.

the more i spend time doing black box theatre which is one of my classes, the more i .. i don't even know. nothing bad i would say. at least nothing bad in the long run.

yesterday's rehearsal was a day to remember.

i felt strange to be so honest to people whom i actually barely know.
i would like to have even cried but i just couldnt get myself to do it- even though i really wanted to.

about time i start standing up straight and stop asking to be screwed in the ass.
if i still know how to.

keep it inside for days and years. no crime so awful that can be compared to that. one day the door has to open and it has to go out. would it be able to fly again?