Waiting with a headache in a black night for a voice lesson.
Crushed by this unbearable schedule. My chest feels stretched and my shoulder blades burn. My hands tremble with fatigue.
Today I left home at 8:00 AM, worked until 5:00 PM, went to the nutritionist, went grocery shopping, wrote a 6-page paper and now I"m at a voice lesson and I don't know who I am anymore.
And I keep thinking about AIR7 because ironically enough, that's the only time I remember being happy. It was before I had a broken heart.
That day at the Whitney was the happiest day of my life.
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