Stress

The anxiety feels like dead wings on my back. They hang there, the feathers droop and cling to one another, dripping in the blackest tar. They twitch every now and then, coming to life for a split second, making my heart leap. To escape the weight of those dead appendages, I submerge myself in Houdini's water tank, but he locks the top closed and I can't get out.

I think its the stress from school, running around to get scholarships, jumping through hoops. Sometimes I wish I weren't going to college, in the art industry, its really about your talent and who you know...mostly the latter...college feels like a kind of waste, I'd rather go to California and meet a producer or director somehow, someway, make a name for myself.

At least I don't have to worry about my script. Its going well, I am in the process of breaking it up to make two separate pieces, one for the dialogue, one for the technicalities. Hannah is coming over sometime this week to help me start the casting call...i want her to be in it, she is quite a talented actress. Her opinion of the script means a lot, I hope she likes it.

Sydney and I have been hanging out a lot lately, I have fun with her, we sing and dance and zone out to music. She's teaching me some singing techniques...Maybe we can make some money and preform on the streets soon.