Suddenly I miss Wilson. From the fried oreos to seeming like no one is interested in seeing Les Mis with me tonight.
I miss my friends there, most of whom were musically oriented and enjoyed a good musical or play. I don’t have any friends here who care for musicals or who I can have a discussion with about which play by Jonathan Larson deserves more merit or which is our all time favorite play. Theres no one here who can belt out various songs and I miss the band room where people would try searching for the fingerings and notes for them. If it weren’t for pep band, I’d have found a theater group and tried joining them though I’m sure they’re mostly for theatre students but I miss being surrounded by those types of people. I miss the stage. I miss performances. I wish I didn’t have to have quite the Vagina Monologe. I could have made friends from there. All the theatre students here that have friend potential are all Scotts friends too and because of one girl who has a crush on him, they all stare at me as if I’m tainted by some evil and share nothing in common with them. I could go to Les Mis with Scott if I asked, he’d be nice enough to say yes, but I don’t want to deal with them….who’ll be there too. I love my friends…but I wish I had more people to relate to
nothing like throwing up from depression
I’m just in the worst mood ever.
I feel like all but three people hate me.
It’s probably all in my mind since the last few days have been shitty.
But it’s like I’m back in sophomore year again.
Making close friends, and then feeling lonely all over again.
It needs to get warmer cause this weather is going to my head.
Too much stress.
Too much shit.
It just all needs to go away.
I need a few doses of Owl City.
And to perhaps stay of the internet except when talking to Jason.
He understands how I feel at least.
I’m not leaving this dorm until it’s warm again though.
I don’t think I can manage to survive the cold without ripping someone’s arms off.