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Holy Cow....I don't know what in the world possessed me to look up this old site, but here I am!  I had completely forgotten about this place! It looks like I haven't been on here since I was 15 years old.  I'll be 26 this year.  And looking over some of my old posts, I remember what a dark place my teenage years were.  It's kind of sad.  But at the same time, I look at how far I've come, and I'm so proud of myself!  Go me! I don't know who will read this, but I think it's time for an update.  I especially cringed when I read something I had written about my father.  I know he and I didn't have the best relationship while I was growing up,

So it's been quite a week....and it's Monday.  Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with trying to make my life worth living.  But then I stop and look at the people I'm closest to.  The BACA students.  I'm now in the middle of the rehersal process of my third show, and most of the people in this show are people who were in the last two with me.  Madeline, Bryan, Eric, Sam.  I love these people.  And if anything were to happen, I'd miss them so much.  I grew up with these people, but I never really got too close to them until I started acting.  I've grown to love these people, and I'm closer with these people than I am with anyone in my famil

I needed to get this out, but I didn't feel like poetry at the moment.  I just don't understand how the man that fucked my mother can call himself my dad.  I just don't get it.  I'm fifteen years old, and he's been to three of my events.  One basketball game, one vollyball game, and one vocal competition.  He's never congradulated me on anything.  I think he's told me that he's proud of me four times, and it was because my mom made him say it.  He couldn't even take off one day of drinking to come to his daughter's performance of a play that she would never perform again.  He'd rather stay home and get drunk.  The only time he acknowledges me