If you’re going to complain about me being in my room, don’t start in on me every time I emerge. You know why I sit in the living room every time you come home? Because I’m trying to spend time with you. But it isn’t long before I hide away again because all you do is accuse me plotting against you.
When I first saw the Next to Normal performance on the Tony’s, I thought the plot was that a housewife was sleeping with her next door neighbor’s hot son.
I didn’t think the actual plot for it could be any darker.
but it was
I’m home alone
guess what that means
my own personal production of rent