about or disliked until it was too late. we cried. we screamed. we said mean things. we both paced our halls until all hours of the night. we barely ate or slept during that time. i lost 12 pounds. people started asking me what was wrong and why i looked so frail. my roommate left post it notes for me around the house and on the kitchen cabinets reminding me to eat and keep my head up. it was the most awful time i have ever experienced thus far in my life. i’m sure it was the same for him.
in my final act, i spent two weeks creating an i-movie 