As much as I love theatre, I must confess that I hate drama.
Enough on that subject, but staying in the same metaphor, I love theatre partially because you don't choose what you say. You're given a script with carefully chosen words, actions, and characters. As boring as life would be with a script, wouldn't it be much more comforting knowing that you had those papers just a few feet away waiting for you to grasp them and know exactly what the story holds next.
I want to know what to do. My feelings are waning. My hope is dwindling. My facade grows weary.
My independence is my downfall, yet my savior. I hate feeling obligated to do things. I loathe the thought of wasting my time. But yet, I want the comfort in knowing I have something stable. But is that really all I want? Stability?
I spoke tonight of foolishness in not knowing what you want, yet I myself have a certain haze around my own future. So scared to see the end, but so excited at the prospect of a new beginning...
Enough of these charades.
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