It won’t register till later that you guys are leaving. Maybe then I’ll actually cry, and I hope I do, because I can’t feel anything right now.
I’ve known it for a while and it hasn’t really hit me until tonight. See, in an aspect, I’ve wasted a year. I’ve fabricated a reality for myself because of a simple frustration, and I can’t break it without all the pieces hurting people and straining relationships. I’ve taken what really matters to me for granted and now my head and my heart is a prison. It’s against my own laws to break out of it, yet it was my own laws that led me into it. I’m a hypocrite. The worst of the kind. I’m a dick.
Thing is though, outside of my head, there were you guys. Enjoying what I believe was one of the best evenings of our lives. You’ve earned it, and so much more. I really do love you all, and I’m so happy that a family as accepting as you somehow welcomed me in and helped me grow. I wasn’t a part of the whole group from the beginning, but as the time rolled by, I stepped away from the corner, showed you what I can do, and you all accepted me. You loved me for it. You helped me become me.
I’m so happy to have met you all. The moments we shared together can never be replaced, and I can damn well guarantee you all that those moments can never happen the exact same way again. Like any show we’ve done, a company of people like us can’t ever really happen again. Still. I hope to be as positively influential as you have all been to us, and that the crutch I lean on won’t be needed next year. And so much more importantly than my shit, I hope that you all can continue to be yourselves out there. I hope that life nurtures who you are, your dreams and aspirations, and that the scars that it’ll give you only push you to keep challenging yourselves. It’s been a great year, Seniors. Break a leg out there. And thank you for everything.