the play is done.
well, my required creative effort is done. all that's left is to get the music together and tie up loose ends.
despite the dull, monotone typing, I'm actually quite excited. for all the worrying I did about it, I actually didn't spend much time per day working. now that I'm not worrying, I feel like my time is all going to waste.

finished Stargirl, finally. I thought the ending was bullshit. not the end where he doesn't go to the dance, the end after that. hoping the sequel will be less disappointing, although I've heard mixed reviews.

maybe I'm also flying into love? that's stupid. I couldn't. I can't. not yet. more time, more time. I'll fly in time.

I miss the stories I wrote when I was with Ocean Eyes. I wrote the most amazing stories then. now I'm lucky if I write at all.

edit: speaking of Ocean Eyes. the construction on the place we shared has been done for a while now. everything we loved is gone. our place is gone, his peaceful place might as well be gone, the entire building has been taken over. sometimes I really think the building is trying to give me closure. I don't know if I ever got much. I miss it, I miss the dirty tiles and the wall that no one graffitied except us. the wall has been torn down, replaced with empty space where some bank executive built his office. sometimes I want to break his door open and just stare out the windows at the bus station across the street, like we used to. I want to wait for winter and watch snow fall outside those windows, like we used to. I want to watch the snow fall and listen to my head telling me what he told me back in February, when he tried to create a sweet and romantic moment and I giggled and said "you have six eyes."
did you know, Ocean Eyes, that I never thank bus drivers on the 90 anymore, because of you? I wish I didn't have to hate you, because we could have any kind of love in the world if only we hadn't chosen hate instead.
hahaha, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to write something on this.