so here I stand, broken, defeated and humbled.
I'll do anything you'd want me to do, even quit, although the mere possibility of that sends me plunging down an impossibly vertical cliff.
and before whatever remains is crushed into submission, yet another dilemma has forcibly planted itself in my path.
argh it's not as if I'd rather give up one for the other.
as kellie says, "he. is. such. an. idiot."
and so I try to juggle lousily unbalanced schedules, with rehearsals slotted in just about everywhere, attempting not to drive myself/my dad [who drives me around; thx for putting up with me (:] into madness because of those impossible rushes around the wonderful sunny island.
I don't really want to make a choice; but it'd be selfish of me not to. so I will anyway.