The longer I live, the more I believe that writing is a great tonic for my soul. There are some things you need to say, but sometimes you can’t bring yourself to eek the words out. And sometimes I don’t even know what those words are until I sit down to type it out.
Rehearsal was a moderate distraction for me. However, being that most of the show is fairly cathartic (read: depressing). It also seems that when you are in the middle of a break up every song on the radio seems to be about people who are happy and in love… and I was already hyper-emotional, so I wanted to cry most of the night. I did, in fact, tear up during the young Ebenezer and Belle scene when they break their engagement. I had to focus on the ceiling and think about neutral things like paper and such.
I had no idea I would be so heartbroken. Time to wash off what remains of my mascara.
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