Venting so I don't cry again
AHHHH! Today was my audition for the school play. I screwed up and freaked. I got so nervous that my teeth didn't stop chattering until a good five minutes after that. I used to think I was brave...but this just proves that minor stage-fright plus major perfectionism equals something terrible. I came home and cried. It went really badly. You know, it doesn't help that I think I did bad and I was putting myself down for a good twenty minutes once I got home from school. My dad said he had never even been brave enough to get up in front of others and read lines. That didn't help. emo = me. sweatdrop stare
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