Can’t believe after 11 years living in this house looking out at the rain and feeling so depressed at how insignificant I am and how lonely living in Scotland is. And now I’m sitting in the same spot facing leaving school at 15 and living on my own in my dream place in London and I don’t want to ever leave.
All that has been keeping me from some sort of psychological breakdown is the hope that someday I will be performing on a stage again, the centre of peoples attention, being gazed upon by people of my age now in awe and jealousy. I don’t think I could live my life in any other way, I’ve been spoilt by theatre and I want more.
