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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
tomorrow's the daythe day for which we've been training for the past 7 months or so for.the day for which we've shed so much tears and sweat for.the day we've been working towards to for so long.and tomorrow, we'll own the stage.and tomorrow, we'll sing our hearts and souls out.and tomorrow, we'll sing like we've never sung before.tomorrow's the day.thinking of it gives me butterflies in the stomach. thinking of how it'll all be over in that few minutes scares me. thinking of the music we can create sends shivers down my spine.go nyc, no matter what.no matter what(:i know i'm just an idiot.
i hate you loveyou
am i asking for too much?
are my expectations just too high?
i dont know what i want, really.
everything's just going wrong. very wrong.
jealous? maybe, though it seems ridiculous.
haha, i dont know. i really dont.
you're actually the only reason why i held on.
now, i dont know anymore.
shoot me.
no matter what, whatever it takes. i love you, nyc.go for it(:feel the music, let our voices soar.
lost myself at 8:53 PM