Ugh.

A poem was written for this post, but it quickly turned into something I shall not post for the world to see. You really gotta be careful with that shit. People start questioning your sanity. Not like I even have any left anyway. Well let's see. New stuff:
~ Musical rehearsals are death
~ Play practices on Friday/ entire April
~ Homework.. lots of it.
But thank god I'm going to do decently this trimester. I swear, I've studied so much so far. It's amazing that I even did it, I never have THAT much drive. Even my horoscope said it was unusual for me. I can't always just sit still and do one certain thing for over a few hours. And I got really hyper at musical.. usually at the very end of ANY practice. But it's alright I guess. Our performance is on next Friday/that weekend. Three total shows I think. I'm not positive. I just hope I can get everything ready on time.
"It's all good."
I really need to start listening to it. It might help me improve my current.. crisis if you will. It's not really. I'm just a bit. Crazy? Not in the good way either. I'm just. Ugh. I don't really know.
Hm.. in addition to all of that, I am looking forward to hanging out with Nathan tomorrow after school, if it's possible. I just.. really miss laying in my bed, resting my head on his shoulder, and just.... talking. Not about anything in general. Maybe the fact that we've almost been dating for half a year... or maybe that he's been sooo good to me and I'm no where near deserving. I'm not a good person, and I know that, but I am definitely trying. It's really really hard when you've reached a new bottom in the deepest pit of your own personal hell. Ugh.
I miss seeing the sun, and now it's coming out more. i wish that it was bright out when I left for school in the morning at 7. It'd be so nice. I remember before daylight savings that we had a few days of sunshine when arriving at the school. Musical is consuming my life, as is the play. Hell week is joyous. But not really. Ugh.
Well I guess... there's nothing to recap here. If you missed something, who cares... well if YOU care, go back and read. I really need to take a shower and go sleep. My eyes are blurring the words on this screen. Gr.
Good night. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams.