Thursday, June 4, 2009

Nothing can touch me

It just feels right to stay up late with your best friends. To sit outside and wait for a storm that never comes. To talk about nothing. To make plans that never happen. To make plans that do. There's just something magical about being with the people who've known you through all the great, horrible, decent, and boring times.

Also watching amazing musicals doesn't help the slight pain felt when thinking about giving up the theatre, but its necessary. It's just the bitch of living, I guess.

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