I over-react. A lot. About everything. Every little thing. I'm sure it annoys people, I mean, why wouldn't it? It annoys me when people do it, yet, I can't seem to help myself.
Like, this morning. I woke up a half hour late and was freaking out that I wouldn't have time to do anything. Then, we get into NYC and the curls that I worked so hard to get in, had already fallen out. Let me just tell you, I was not a happy camper. Then, I started freaking out about the audition. I mean, HELLO! IT WAS NYU! And then, it was so chill, like, so chill that it almost freaked me out to the point where I couldn't function. Actually, that's an exaggeration. I wasn't that scared...scared, but not quite that much. The audition went surprisingly well.
I keep getting this crazy rash on the side of my face, which also has me freaked out. It keeps popping up. I'm sure it's not a big deal or anything. But it's one of those little things that I freak out about. Like, who cares if I have a rash on my face? No one. That's who.
Well, this was a pretty focus-less post, but hey! It's what I felt...what I feel, rather.
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