The introverted-extrovert

First off, don't get your hopes up or anything-- the title may have nothing to do with what I write (I honestly don't know, I don't plan these things). I just accidentally said that to someone and I went major introspective and it was weird and now I love that phrase and I am obsessed with it. If that phrase doesn't vibe with me then nothing does (and if you don't recognize that it does you probably don't really know me so let's hang out more, okay). I feel a lot and so I write and maybe cry and sometimes draw (okay who am I kidding, crying is not a question). Also, calm down, I'm fine, don't get all worried or anything. I miss you. I do a ridiculous amount. I didn't realize the action of 'missing' someone, yearning for one's company, whatever you will call it, presents itself as pain (both physical and not) and purely as such. I don't know if everyone else feels it that way. It makes me want to rip my skin off and tear my hea...

I have no words to describe the effect this show has had on me- good as well as bad. I don't know how to describe how it has made me mentally, emotionally, and physically sick. How it has pushed me and broken me, completely. I have been a mess (If you're my roommates or my mom then you know). An utter and complete mess since day one of rehearsal. November 1st. I was death herself. This was the first straight play I had ever done in my life (go me!) and I am pretty proud of myself for that. I sing, okay? Yeah, whatever, I am an actor and I should be great at that and blah blah blah but no- I sing. I am a great singer. This I know. So of course, my work has been in musicals, and strictly so. In the shows I've done, when I haven't been in the ensemble, I have been a character that is important to the plot, but luckily doesn't speak all that much. Maybe she has a song or two and a small scene. That is what I am used to. And then The Crucible came along. I'll be ...