No Story Lives Forever

No Story Lives Forever
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tisdag 18 september 2018

Like ecstasy

I love writing far too much to not share a lot of pointless crap on here, angsty or not. This is, however, not angsty, yay.

I also love theatre. You may have noticed this already, hehe, but, my gOD, this drug, this drug is like ecstasy, like ecstasy, like ecstasy.

I am close now to... to work with  professionals in the theatre field. And get money from it! Me! I'm not even a professional, I'm just this random woman who let acting comsume my soul and let random characters become who I am, like ecstasy,

                                                                                                                    like ecstasy. 

And I happen to be a skilled writer. What happens when you join writing and acting? PLAYS! Plays about the things I want to see. I've been quite dominating when working in groups, and now, when working solo, ah, everything depens on me, ME!

                                                                                                                   Am I on drugs?

My ex-coworker and once my boss and teacher told me once that if I ever want to study the art of theatre, I have a chance of choosing whichever path I want. Because I'm good. I could study to become a director, an actress or playwrite, because I, apparently, am skilled enough in all of those arts. 

                                                                                                           Feel like a drug trip yet?

But what if, WHAT IF, I actually manage to become someone, a name, in the field of theatre, WITHOUT studying it. If I just become someone because I'm a natural? This is pure day dreaming of course, because I'm not so filled of selfpride that I believe I'm good enough to compare myself to a professional.

                                                                                                               This is a drug trip.

Fuuuck, I'm so so exited.

I have not taken drugs. Not ecstasy. Because this ecstasy lives in me.

It consumes me,

                                                                                                                     I am esctasy.


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