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What is Dermaphoria, love?
The thought of becoming a Technical Director made me scared and excited at the same time.
It made my heart beat faster.
It made me smile.
I haven’t smiled about the future in a long time.
That’s when I realized it was what I need to do.
That’s right.
I need to do it.
It does feel good.
When did I start caring so much about having friends?
I really don’t remember.
I’ve never had to worry about this before.
Maybe I should stop trying to be everyone’s friend.
That worked for me before.
I did what I loved to do and friends followed.
But there’s no way I can just up and do what I want to do.
That’s preposterous.
Hmm. I just spent the past 10 minutes looking up the best way to become a Technical Director.
Apparently, they have undergraduate degrees in English or Theatre.
I will have an undergraduate degree in English.
If I am smart enough I could get into Tish at NYU and study Technical Directing or Costume Design.
I have an extensive portfolio and I will be volunteering (possibly working) at Theatre IV.
I think I’m going to follow my dream, again.
Love as always,
Elle
“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”
-Henry David Thoreau
I don’t know why he was that tall. I’m pretty sure he’s not that tall. But I haven’t seen him in… six months? I had my old blue scooter, too. He wanted to borrow it. It was by my car. He said he told himself that he wasn’t going to come see me but he couldn’t stay away. There was a basket of fruit and cheese there, too. It was delicious. I still don’t know why it was there. What I do know is that he kissed me. And I didn’t stop him.