I feel bad...
I came out of theatre. Freestreet reopening night
performance of Undergoing Therapy for the entire world. I
felt horrible. It keeps happening to me. Maybe it's a sign
that I shouldn't go into acting. The more I started
thinking about that and the ideas that evolved, the more I
thought... Money, or no money, I just gotta moveout.
Like the Linkin Park song goes: I will never know, myself
until I do this on my own, and I will never... anything
else... until my wounds are healed, I will break away, I'll
find myself again. I wanna heal, I wanna feel, what I
thought was never real. e.t.c...
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