Spoken verse is so great!
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and more than entitled to feel the way they want. I just wish sometimes these opinions and emotions were based on facts, rather than hearsay and irrational assumption.
People do crazy things spurred by heightened emotions. Immature people blame others rather than looking at their own choices.
I just needed to vent. This isn’t targeted at anyone in particular. However I am pretty sick of being judged by a measure which yields no context.
You do not see yourself the way I see you.
If you saw yourself as I do, you would think yourself more precious than any diamond, more handsome than any prince. You would see wit and ardor in your eyes and hear bells dancing in your laugh.
It breaks my heart to hear your insecurities. I only wish I could be your mirror for a day.
Damn straight hashtag!
It’s hard to imagine not being at Macquarie anymore. Over seven years since I enrolled, and it’s definitely been a journey. Five years worth of study, over Twenty-Four stage productions, the best job a student could have, the greatest people I’ve ever met and two degrees. Not too shabby. Yesterday was definitely bittersweet. The end of a journey and the beginning of another. Thank you to everyone who made yesterday special. And an even bigger thank you to everyone who has helped me and been there over the years. (at Macquarie University)
Audition’s around the corner and I’m feeling quietly prepared this time. I am really looking for something to sink my teeth into. A challenge, out of my comfort zone. The only problem with theatre is it doesn’t just depend on whether I think I can do it. There are so many other factors. The other auditionees, the creative team’s vision.
Either way I’m going to do my best and hope the outcome is what I’m hoping for.
It intrigues me how the brain can convince the heart of many emotions, simply to transcend the moral ambiguity of our actions.
In my mind its not over. I want to erase the bad things that happened or were said and go back to the fling. The fun. I feel sick when I remember the bad and sick when I remember the good can’t happen anymore.