I'm not really in any haste to die, it's just my last comfort. Like maybe the emotions you feel will be easier to understand when you pass from confinement into formless eternity.... maybe death isn't really death, just a passage to ultimate liberation.
I'm pretty sure that if I get into Theatre and leave VA my teachers will hate me.
Which I don't want, since I respect them. I just.... don't want to make art for a living.
I want to make art to make myself feel better, to grow, to evolve.
And I want to do it on my own time with my own aesthetics. Wrong.... I don't believe it is.
But the problem is, if I stay VA2, I will now be miserable. Because it's not where I'm going right now.
ugh. whatever.
I have to find time to call you Lou. Wonderful and then awful things have happened.
The rest of you will doubtless find out soon.... at least, I intend for you to.
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For reasons I will probably end up confiding in you about soon enough.
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I fly like paper, get high like planes.
Don't worry, I feel rather ridiculously shitty myself.
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"Death is the road to awe."
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I fly like paper, get high like planes.
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"Death is the road to awe."
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"Death is the road to awe."
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I fly like paper, get high like planes.
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"Death is the road to awe."
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