The Good, The Bad, The Sprained Ankle.

I sprained my ankle at theater camp.

Which means I can't get my license.

I have an audition tomorrow.

I can't hit the high note well.

My voice teacher can't meet with me.

I'm extremely hormonal.

Camp (not theater) starts next week. And my ankle is sprained.

It is also by a lake where the cabins are up a huge hill.

I just want to cry.

But, we have enough money for both camps.

My ACT score is good.

I have a voice teacher.

My ankle isn't broken.

Mom's been babying me.

I have camp coming up, with some of my really good friends I haven't seen in a year.

Then I get to go to Nashville to see one of my best friends.

Life is balancing out.

Even if I still want to cry.

Life's funny that way, you know?