I Stanislavski my way through life I am and I am not a piece of ***** I put myself in situations scenarios racing through my head and try to imagine exactly what it would feel like to be dead
Experiencing my inner theatrical sense of self dynamism; the activeness of an energetic personality how sad to know that this is not nor will it ever be my faculty "Hi my names Suzan, I work at Applebee's."
I Inspecting the wreckage,they say it’s a good thing you weren’t there, that you didn’t suffer. You bite your tongue. They do not know what good is.This is not it.
II You feel free. You know you shouldn’t, that it’s wrong. You smile anyway.
III You suddenly feel like you are drowning and no one is noticing. You cover your face and begin to cry.
