My God. If I wasn't classically trained soprano, I'd scream 'til my voice gave out.
It's like being stuck in a room and I can't get out. Except I'm stuck in a house and I can't get out. It's everything. It's them. It's him. We don't talk anymore. He doesn't need me. He doesn't respond or carry on the conversation. My mother is always hollering my name and I feel an anxiety attack coming on every time she talks to me. And my father who never fails to let me know that I need to put mpre into school or else I will fail at life. And my sister who cant even think for herself and is always bitter and cynical because she let others make her choices for her, and I refuse to let her or anyone else control mine. And my assh*le of a brother who thinks he can step all over me because he's "smart, mature, successful, and witty". And it's her who is never even here anymore. I hate living in this household. I don't know if I can keep this up any longer. This is only going to get worse. I want to run, but I can't.
I long for the day I pack up and leave this vile little town for good. Then I can have my sweet revenge. I will be perfectly happy without them and on the other side of the country while they sit and rot here without having my to torture for fun. One day.
"You have two kinds of shows on Broadway – revivals and the same kind of musicals over and over again, all spectacles. You get your tickets for The Lion King a year in advance, and essentially a family... pass on to their children the idea that that's what the theater is – a spectacular musical you see once a year, a stage version of a movie. It has nothing to do with theater at all. It has to do with seeing what is familiar.... I don't think the theatre will die per se, but it's never going to be what it was.... It's a tourist attraction." Stephen Sondheim