Confusion.

My relationships are beginning to get upstaged by theatre.
The give and take is there, and while my performance is getting better everyday, I feel alone.
Centerstage in a spotlight isn't home anymore.
Now it's isolating. No wonder they call it an isolated spot.
I'm mugging to the cameras of my friends while I create a backstory for my own character.
I spend every night in tears. Doubting this will end soon.
We'll see.
Relationships are killing me. Yours, mine, ours. I'm dying. And this time I'm being completely honest.
Oh, and I don't drink.








Last straw. 100% heartbroken. I'm finished.