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.


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