I am conflicted

merelyprocrastinating:

Hairspray is over. We were sold out for the last show and everything was crazy and wonderful and infuriating and exhilarating all at once. I’m relieved because I’m constantly exhausted, I’m sore and bruised, and I’m behind on homework. I’m very sad though because it’s the last show I can do for a long time. It might have possibly been my last show. I don’t know how to feel about that. Theatre means so much to me and it’s being taken away from me. I’m not ready for this to be the end. Now excuse me as I have a nice cry and attempt to not freak out over all the anatomy homework I haven’t finished that needs to be done by tomorrow morning.

(Source: timeturnersinthetardis)