Getting cut from the musical theater program was one of the best and worst things that has ever happened to me:

Worst: No one likes rejection. It sucks being told you’re not good enough. I finally found somewhere I was happy and able to be myself simultaneously. I was stressed as fuck all the time but I was surrounded by people who made me happy, and who were the same as me. I felt like I belonged. And even more than that, I cared. I cared about what I was doing and I worked my ass off. I’ve never worked so hard in my life. It was the best school year of my life.

Best? I survived. Fuck that, I more than survived, I’ve thrived. I gave that program one big FUCK YOU and I grew. I wrote my own music and got into a recording studio and went out and played my own music for strangers. I’ve done so many independent/student films! I was in a musical. A lead in said musical nonetheless. It gave me courage. It made me realize that I don’t need them, I don’t need anyone to hold my hand. I am strong and I can do it myself. Furthermore it taught me not to settle. Because as happy as I think I was, at the same time I was miserable, constantly trying to conform to what I thought they wanted me to be. Never able to really be myself or let myself shine the way I should have. I was settling for musical theater because I didn’t think I could make it as a singer or an actress. But I can. I will. or maybe I won’t, but I’m damn sure gonna try my hardest. And before last year, I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do that.

SO thank you. Thank you for breaking my heart into a million little pieces and letting me realize that I could pick up all those pieces and put them back together all by myself. With SUPERGLUE. Cause that shit sticks.