My Dad Had A Lot Of Bad

You Can’t Keep Messing Me Around Like This. It’s Been Going On Too Long. I Can’t Take It Anymore. I Get Sick Every Time You Come Around. Then I Get Sick When You Leave. You’re Like A Disease To Me.

I Don't Understand My Feelings. I Really Don't. I Don't Understand How I Could Hate You So Much After So Much Time. How, No Matter How Much I'd Like To Not Hate You, I Hate You Even More. It Grows.

The Words I Overuse Are All Adverbs.

In Real Life We Don't Know What's Going To Happen Next. So How Can You Be That Way On A Stage? Being Alive To The Possibility Of Not Knowing Exactly How Everything Is Going To Happen Next - If You Can Find Places To Have That Happen Onstage, It Can Resonate With An Experience Of Living.

Ive Been So Spoiled In The Theater, Writing Plays Where I Can Just Do Exactly What I Want And Nobody Messes With Me.