I am thinking of moving out of my rented house; but do I have to find another tenant? And would he give me the money back? I don't like where I am; the people are boring and it doesn't feel like home. But I only have to put up with it till June or so, so I could stand it, potentially.
No. I am going to ask if I can move out. I don't need to take that crap anymore.
I haven't done anything in the past three days towards work; I've just sat about and ate, which makes me feel fat and disgusting, and slovenly. I'm clouded with carbohydrates.
I am secretly applying to drama school. This carb fest hasn't helped my confidence; I need to pick three monologues, and actually get the forms done. I am applying secretly because of three reasons: 1. My parents don't need to worry about whether or not I need financial support- they can't give it after this year anyway- and I don't think they want me to go into acting.
2. I know I'm not the world's best actress. I don't always even get a part in the University dramas; but I know that if I don't have a go I'll curse it for the rest of my life.
3. I'd hate to tell everyone I'd failed. Even if I got a place I don't know how I'd go because I've got no money to fund it. So I don't need anyone else with me on it, though it would be good to have a sounding board. I wonder who I can rope in... the careers office, possibly.
The past three days, with their rent worries and their carb loading, and their total lack of dedication to scholarly and social matters, have put my mind to doubt my choice to apply.
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