Riders, you let me down. Thats all I have to say. That was NOT Grey Cup material. It was a fine enough game, just not Grey Cup material
Play is over... I'll miss acting, being an Oompa Loompa, and goofing off with my buds. But I will NOT miss the hair and the make-up. Also, the make-up left me with some lovely red blotches that just won't seem to go away. And people aren't making it better either...
"Meghan, Meghan, what happened to your face?? You look so bad!"
My friends... are not friends. :/
Well, some of them.. but honestly, I've tried to tell my problems so many times, but they never listen. They just chime in with their own problems.
And I'm not being stupid, vain, or asking for attention, but actually, yeah, my problems ARE worse than yours. And yeah, I actually DO know that for fact. Not many people go through what my family has. And the thing is, my family can talk about it, but I usually "go to the bathroom" and go cry in a corner. In the dark.
I don't know why I can't talk about. I can write about it, and I have! But I can't physically move my lips to talk about, and I don't know why. I honestly don't. But I swear my heart is black, with icy blue fingers wrapped around it, squeezing it harder with every tear.
Anyway. I'm used to making light of it. But one day, I'm going to break down, and their aint gonna be no doctor that can fix me.

- Meghan