How do I even begin to describe my week? I can’t. I can’t put this feeling into words. I feel like I’ve run a marathon but instead of coming to the finish line I’m right back at the start again.
Today I went to see the one other person who (for want of a better word) ‘gets it’. Who understands me, sometimes I think better than I know myself. And for half an hour I felt genuinely okay. Like it all didn’t matter.
So I’m now sat in my room with (let me count)…10 letters for potential trips to the theatre I am being persuaded to go and see. How can I possibly say no? Slava’s Snowshow is one of them (which has to be one of my all-time favourite shows) Our Country’s Good is another. I love that play so much. This is what sparked my love of the theatre, it might be nice to go back and find it again. I kind of feel like Acting is now the only thing keeping me going, the one thing I can hang on to.
I don’t really think this entry is making much sense but after 3 sleepless nights I can’t really help it.
I think I’m going to do some drawing. For some reason it always helps.
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