Good morning, dearest. It is morning even though I haven't slept yet and here I am, a year later. I just looked at what I previously wrote in the last few entries and I just want you to know that I did get that part in the play and I'm sitting here writing this in Charleston, so that's all resolved and I guess I'm part southern now.
I just wanted to say hello, basically, and let you know how crap is going and also tell you this time that I'm a little scared.
It's silly, but sometimes I feel like You'll never come. I realize that I'm 19, but in a few weeks I'll be a real, no holds barred, adult. Heather got married at 20, my mom got married at 21, so how long do I have to wait for you? At the rate things are going now I'll make a very cute, crazy cat lady... but in all seriousness, there's a part of me that says, hey, he's not coming. I know I'm no old maid- after all it's not 1750 but there's a real chance that I could be married within a few years and all I have to say is- please come and please hurry your butt up!
Also, this journal is officially 6 years and 4 days old and I think that that's the longest I have ever stuck with a single project in my life- so feel so very, very special.
[prayer preserved in original book]
PS. I got my first degree for Interior Design and I wanted to let you know that I'm working designing sets off Broadway. It's my desire to do a Broadway show someday. I'm apparently not half bad.
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