it kinda hurts when people get your hopes up about actually showing up to see a play you wrote, directed, and acted in then just DON'T SHOW UP. I mean, people you haven't seen in awhile but talked to just for the purpose of them coming, giving them directions. or people you've never actually met, but have talked to and heard tons of stories and were looking forward to actually meeting. rawrrrr. or people who freaking helped you edit part of the script and promised to be there to see how you took their thoughts. FUUUCKKK. just feels like failure. like after pouring all your heart and soul into something, no one cares.
the ones who did show up said they loved it. but almost everything that could have gone wrong on the day of, did. so much fucking stress. and of course I blame myself for everything. and yeahhh. so I get depressed AFTER the show, not when I'm supposed to be about to kill myself. loverly.
mustaches. and beards. nom. I will end up with legit facial hair someday. bring it!! which brings me back to the whole partial-transition issue. if only life were easy enough that I could actually do that and still manage to play derby and other stuff like that... fucking limits.
KLAINE!!! omigawdsss adorable. I mean, first I love yous are always adorable, but with them, even more so :)
I just about melted in the awesome. and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and all that shizz.
I shall now proceed to try and find a queer prom date...
<3 <3
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