"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

And I'm tired, but I just gotta get this out.  Erg.  I'm so sick of boys.  Well, mainly just Michael Doyle.  WE keep getting in arguments over the stupidest things, and I always end up apologizing, but it's not always completely my fault.  It's okay.  I understand.  He's sick, and tired, and stressed.  He's where I was last week with the same cold.  But still.  I jsut wish I could find a way to move on.  Oh, but wait.  I do have a way to move on now.  So if I have a way to move on, a person to move on to, then why does it just feel so wrong?  Why can't I just accept it?  Why is there still this feeling in my gut?  Why do things have to be this way?  Why does it feel so wrong to move on?  I just wanna move on.

Goodnight.  Oh and PS.  I think the play is going well.  I am rather extremely excited about this now, especially since my voice is coming back now, slowly but surely.  The no singing thing today, and limited talking helped out a lot.