Tuesday, January 10, 2012

People Watching in London

Like a nightmare upon waking, the first 19 years of my life are fading. But how do I form a future, with so little of a past? And how do I hold onto a relationship with my family when I barely remember them?

I think I want to be an actor. The only time I could channel my feelings into anything productive was in that stupid acting class. But at 23 i'm pushing it.

I just want to productively use all these damn feelings. I can't keep bottling them up; I can't.

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