Tuesday, December 21, 2010


There's this girl, see.
And she can sing okay.... But her voice isn't as strong as mine (not bragging, I'm really not trying to brag, it's just not).
And she can dance okay.... But she can't dance as well as me (again, not bragging, I've just had more training than her).

But SHE'S going to get MY part, the one I've had my heart set on since my director announced the musical.
Because she's thin and beautiful.

And maybe if I had tried a little fucking harder, I could be thin and beautiful too.
But I'm not.
And I'm not going to get the part.
And I'm going to be heartbroken.
And I already am.
And I can't fucking stand it.
And I can't help thinking to myself, maybe if I hadn't eaten at lunch, maybe if I didn't eat at all.

Nothing goes right.


  1. I'm so sorry, hun.
    Just grin and bear it... There's nothing else you can really do, unless you petition the director for the part and prove to him/her that you deserve it.

    I know how you feel though. I always think those last two lines to myself...

    Stay Strong xx

  2. Our time will come.
    Not now, but later.

  3. god i wish i could binge with you right now :/
    thats sad isnt it?
    i apologize :( i had a shit day too. im sorry :(

  4. can we please do that? please?
    like on a deserted island with no one else :(