There is only one adjective that can describe me, tired. For the past two weeks, I've dedicated myself to my youth group. I've spent most of summer's early start in stuffy rooms and narrow passageways at The Hall. I've slouched around, got up, did my part, and still felt like everything I was contributing would be useless. From the start I thought that our musical would be crap, honestly. Two weeks to do a 2 hour long musical, nearly impossible. So I held my doubts. Until yesterday, our show night. After the build-ups of stress, constant laziness, and the lag each practice had, it was all worth it. And I know I gave it my whole. Yes I might have been up there, swaying a little too much or jumping too high but I just played the role of being an actor. I gave the audience something that would be worth while. But my most important audience, my God, knew that it was all for him. Forreal, it was great, scratch that, it was fantastic.
You aren't the same, please change back. I miss you ... no. I miss the old you, the one I've known for forever. But when I see you, I don't see my friend who was there for me through anything. I see a stranger, an on and off friend, and most especially a jerk. I am sorry, its easier to admit than for me to deny.