Drama school . London town. Living life with no regrets.A new tumblr, much needed,new circumstances and new happenings, the turning of a page, ramblings of a new chapter, converse of a new act, a new scene, but definately not a new or closing of a book.
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
no im just scared of the monster thats under my bed