Dedicated to Violet and Olivia

Dear Marian mid-West Side, You catch yourself wondering what life would be like after the show. You think about how empty it would be, no longer having an excuse to act someone who isn't yourself. From here on in it's uni prep, uni prep, driving lessons, uni prep. I can tell you it's definitely a change from the dramatic arts. At this point you've moved on, not including the occasional trilling of 'I Have a Love' subconsciously in the shower. I guess it's a component that will stay with you, like a little puppy following your every step in those anime movies. As you would expect too, I feel empty. I dig my head into differentiating trigonometric functions, writing about blood glucose homeostasis, and writing time series reports. The way I feel being around my friends is almost lifeless. Right before I went into biology, I occupied my interval burying my head in my notebook and chanting 'glycogen phosphorylase'. Not much makes up of our conversati...

Dear Violet and Allegra, As usual, I've attempted many times to write letters to you and never complete them. You'd think I'd go back to finishing them, but I don't as I can't fabricate the same energy as I wrote them in the moment. It's a terrible feature, considering I enjoy drama and that requires fabricating certain energies, but it's the same as trying to explain why I'm not as outgoing as other drama kids. Tangent aside, I've gotten down to writing this letter because I have that vibe to write. Last time I wrote I was still in rehearsals for West Side (I also don't believe we even finished blocking the show. How time flies), and now it's been a full month since our closing night. I'm not as depressed as I was a couple of weeks ago. If I was still depressed post-show pessimistic Marian writing this you wouldn't be able to read words you are familiar with (Hell, it would be unreadable at all). The Marian writing this has also ...