About three weeks ago I actually thought I was going crazy. I was seeing blue spots and feeling zaps of electricity go through me when I would lie down. Screenplay characters would speak to me and I really thought that my mom was going to admit me into Broughton when I got back here for x-mas break. It turns out that everything is okay now. I’m finished with the first draft of my screenplay and they stopped talking! Woohoo! You have a crazy professor talking to you and you see how sane you feel in the end.
The stress is gone.
I’ve started to use built up rage to push me forward. I really did just complete one of, if not the hardest, moments of my life. It hit rock bottom at one point, but it’s nothing to whine about. I’m not really a whiner…
Don’t expect any more posts anytime soon.