oh, high school.

Just found the CD with Scotland photos on it, after 3 years of hiding in my bookcase. Memory lane, anyone?


As much as I'm glad to have these days behind me, I do miss drama sometimes. This makeup was a pain in the butt to do, but I loved it just the same. (Don't really miss the blue spandex unitards, though...)

P.S. If I look tired, it's because I had just danced for an hour and a half straight and then raced through set takedown in 15 minutes.

Love always,
molly

cold hands

I need to learn to detach myself.

But how? I am not a detached person. I am not lukewarm about anything. I attach quickly and easily; I care hard; I love fiercely and stupidly. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve; I hold it out to you, palms up, the ultimate surrender, too trusting for my own good, or anyone else's. I've been this way my whole life. How do I change now?

And why should I have to?

A $681 non-refundable plane ticket to Spain for spring break, that's why.

Lying in this bed of mine...

Love always,
molly