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I got asked if I'm a legal citizen today. I'm half Filipino, and the Philippines are part of the United States!

This is just nuts. I don't look any different than Blaine, and he doesn't get asked that. It's bad enough I'm dealing with my fiancé being gone. I don't need this too.

Gav... he's gone. We were.... we were finally going to get married.

So... someone kidnapped Gavroche.

They sent me the note.

I can't believe how much I love my boyfriend. Gav... he's saved my life in so many ways. He helps keep me sober just by existing. Alcohol almost killed me before I got here.

But now I'm safe, and Gavroche has so much to do with that.

This would only be okay if it were home.

But even then, it wouldn't be ALL okay.

Everyone seems to be having trouble sleeping. Except me. For once. Usually I do have trouble.

Gavroche

Hey, baby. Are you sleeping okay?

Okay. Whoever's doing this? Stop it.

I can't take this The Legion was easier than this! I've fought Nightmare Lords who were less damned intrusive.

OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD.

The moment people YOU fanboy show up at YOUR stage door, you have them come backstage with you because of COURSE you do and because you want a photo op of things that've happened and they tell you they want you to audition for them when you're ready to think about your next show.

I'm still not used to it. I'm still shaking so much I can hardly type.

So. Seriously. Lin Manuel Miranda. We had tea in my dressing room while I took off my makeup. He said I'd be a great George III when Hamilton recasts and gave me his contact info to set things up if I'm interested.

I uh. Wow I...

Wow.

Makes the last few weeks before I'm out of here for some holiday time off not seem SO long, somehow.

It's just nice, you know, realizing you don't have to worry yet, about your show ending and having to go back to the Cheesecake Factory and WORRYING so much about money, you know? If I can't do anything else, at least I can take care of Blaine doing THIS.

My brother was in danger.... he was in danger and didn't think to contact me. I thought we were building a relationship. Who...

I could have been there for him. What if something had happened? I wouldn't... I wouldn't have known. I don't...

Don't know how to feel about this.

Badly injured coworkers are a weird thing to adjust to. My favorite’s still out with concussion and while our understudy is obviously fantastic, Ellis and Jeremy have such a different energy around them that changes up all but the tech and orchestration. Kind of wild. Also, it’s not weird to visit said injured cast mate, right? I mean he’s currently famously alone, after a big, dramatic theatre world breakup, so...it’s a good thing to check in, right? He’s really been a good sort of mentor for me too. It’s not crazy I want to arrange to drop by his room at the hospital after they pull my stitches, right?

Edit: Not for anything romantic or sexual for the record. Jeremy's kind of old and kind of plays my abusive father figure obsessed with my stage crush. Since it's been pointed out that that looked suspect. He's actually been kind of great to talk craft with, since he's been around a long long time, but anything else would feel skeevy. It'd be wrong anyway, but it'd feel grosser than, say, Neil Patrick Harris or something. For the record.

I... dammit.... why... why can't people respect the fact that I'm sober?! My brother does.... but...

I thought I was safe. It was supposed to be just punch....

Gavroche

Babe..... I really need you. I need to talk.

Sadder still than living in fear of someone actually here is living in fear of your own memory, and pathetic on top of that, besides. Anyone up for a run on the roofs or something with myself, a frenchman whose father I murdered, but not YET when I'm from, and the weight of our collective pasts?

There'll be drink, but you may want to...I think the term's BYO, just in case?

Hard to believe I live here now. I've been applying for jobs and hoping something sticks and then maybe look into school here.

So...someone's going to throw a victory party, right? Busting alien ass definitely calls for one.

Life isn't so bad right now. It could be so much worse.

But I'm actually happy. It's been a long time since that's happened.

Fuck this. Fuck today. Fuck 4 years ago. Fuck my life. Fuck this world.

My new friend is this this bottle of Sunset Rum and my old record player.

Even if my friends already nearly gone and I only started an hour and a half ago.

Vive la révolution! And something along that shit.

Have I said fuck my head yet? Screw my meds, I'll deal with the consequences.

what do you do with a boyfriend who SERIOUSLY needs to get off his high horse and stop blowing a couple minor things out of proportion? I love damien, really I do, but SOMEONE needs to take a fucking chill pill before going off on me about perfectly average things that aren't that big a deal to start with. Dude needs to learn to accept an apology and apologize for yelling at me over nothing, seriously.

I love him, but damn hes being anoying right now. I only told three lies and broke one promise to run away with him for a week. He SHOULD be excited i'm here and not mad, shouldn't he? Is it just me or is he being a LITTLE immature right now?

[Locked from Family, Noah, Basch, Balthier,]

In other stuff, I uh had a really enlightening conversation with a good freind today who i like a lot and who might be more soomeday if my da keeps playing his cards right and...i kind of want to know a couple things about what its like when you have a stepparent. or i guess a parent who your parent married or brought round later.

so uh people my age with stepfamiles maybe, can I know stuff? Tell me about how these things go please?
Things like how it goes when you get into trouble, like are they allowed to punish you? who cooks and cleans at home? do they make holidays totally different after they come in? and what do you CALL them? Is it okay if you sometimes like them better than your parent?

someone please can we talk this stuff over?

Thanx

Dammit..... DAMMIT. I need an AA meeting right now. I can't believe this.....

Okay. I need to get out and do something. I know I have school but I am tired of being cooped up in the house.

I got a new guitar, since mine didn't come with me. It's actually pretty bitchin'. So now I can get back to writing songs. I just wish Hector and Sarah were here, a part of me even misses my mom and dad.