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Date: <$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
Time: 6:49 PM
Author:(potassium)
Permalink: isolation →

i refuse to change myself to suit society as it just, just for the sake of social integration and acception. I'd rather let it change me, but please, for heaven's sake, don't tame me in any way. I was juts beginning to like myself a bit, and then this came along and i took the chance. I knew it would change a lot of things but i just didn't know or feel how much. And i have a feeling it's only the beginning of things.

frankly i don't want to care. About judgements, about their impressions of me, about all that crap. But should I desire, at the very least, an actual position in society, I am to care for them. The people in the society. (as a website dictates.) (no, i didn't google it, i just came across it. *eyes*) (oh look google is in the dictionary) Which i am not against or completely clueless about, it's just... aahhhh.



2 people positive and counting.
I would very much hate to feel contempt towards theatre classes.
But it's as if that quiet, awkward, unbelonging space that i crafted for myself has really become where i'm suppose to stand in the social aspect of the community in theatre class. It's... unfamiliar, to say the least. Especially when it comes to doing drama with this same bunch of people who belong.

i find that i just don't know what to say.
(and yes you can stop right there with that TPL impersonation.)
i suppose every newbie does that but i cannot give proper evidence. i base my "progress" on Sara but... :/





i'm also afraid of change in me, for them. Years of being friends and sharing stuff and being the first crew of people 've worked with in this art cannot come to nothing and drifting apart. I refuse to let that happen. but i don't think I can afford to conform to expectations here of apparent tameness or whatnot and lose who i am with them.

idek.

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