My show has come to it's end, like almost everything else I've come to know and be familiar with will be soon. I know 'end' is harsh, but I know it's the truth. It all just hit me this morning, at church, when I saw my little choir up with the sunday school, and I knew that in one month that would be over, in two months high school will be over, in four months, I will be leaving everyone I've grown accustomed to and starting fresh in a new place. I'm not handling it very well. Of course the play is the first thing, these people I worked with just made my life so much more interesting, and the show itself saved me from shooting myself in the head.

I can see myself being a basketcase the next little while. First I have to find something to do with myself, since for the last three months I have been Ringing around the moon 4-6 nights a week. Then I have to make a huge decision, one of the biggest I have ever been faced with, of what school I want to go to for four years. Next I have to deal with my friends, who I have neglected for a month, and have missed events in their lives that have changed them. I have to find a job for summer. I have to accept my future. I am terrified. It's awful.