Sweating it Out at SWEATSHOP.

I’m all drained. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Oh God, so many raging emotions over the weekend. Love, lust, frustration, pain, pride, anger, guilt, nostalgia, joy, insanity.

Note that I never want to perform a self-written piece if it’s was written based on a personal experience. I performed that on Saturday night and I’m still not over it. I’m travelling around with a very heavy heart. I guess it’s because what was said in the script was basically what I desired most to confess. And in a weird way, I kinda did confess in real life through that piece (if i’m not making sense, it’s the lack of sleep talking).

I am going to get over you. I am. And I will. I’ve slowly but surely been getting rid of all the little things i’ve kept around that remind me of you. I need my own space now and I need happiness.

AND ON A SEPARATE NOTE IF YOU MISSED CRAVE, YOU MISSED OUT BIG TIME. It has touched me more than any other show so far.

I’m always amazed when a play can be so simple and yet still affect me. well that’s the thing about theater isnt it; just 5 words of script can sometimes reach out and touch a person so deeply that it changes something in them. That’s what happened to me tonight.

I know this sounds fucking corny and stupid and hypocritical and arggghh, but Crave has made me want to forgive my mother.

Oh Bobdamnit.Fuck.

PS: This years sweatshop blew last year’s one out of the water. Really, homg, good stuff. I hope I get to work with them again.