Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My drug

I have been feeling down ever since we got home Sunday night.

It's like a drug. I can't get enough of it. That's why I'm a performer. I love what I do. I love how it makes me feel. It's a high. I always want more. There's not enough time in the day. I want to do it all the time.

It's my drug.

4 comments:

micka said...

Part of it is also the little community we built. Having to go back into the real world with new, different people is a shock to the system in a way. They talked to us about this when I worked at the summer camp. For that, it was PCD... Post Camp Depression. We missed our community because they were all we knew for 3 months, out in the woods, in a smaller, more concentrated world.

Our Ren Fest weekend was sort of like that. :) I was completely out of sorts all day today, too, for the same reasons. I miss you guys, even though I just saw you and Jessi yesterday. ^_^;

Heather said...

I heart community <3 I miss y'all so much! I have the best friends in the world, hands down

tec2030 said...

I guess everyone has their own drug of choice and performing is yours. haha HEATHER DONT LET THE DROGS OVERTAKE YOU! :P

Heather said...

Haha, Thomas :) I'll try not to :P