Good or bad, you decide.
I'm an escapist by nature and I'll escape as soon as I have to make a decision. That's what I predict.
S24 this sunday. Can't wait to finish it.
I can feel my body crumbling and all of it are signs I should be working even harder from now on.
But, somehow I can't help but feel like dance breaks me. I want to dance, but dance don't want me. I'm not cut out to be a dancer and I never will be. If art is the one thing I treasure most in my life because it expresses me, then I wish dance could be my art. And so far I haven't found one that has touched me in all its entirety. I know they're good, but I haven't felt overwhelmed. Not yet. When?
Feeling like a piece of shit now. Shall sleep.
Hating myself isn't gonna stop just because I will it to. It takes a lot more than that. It takes circumstances, it takes courage, and it takes energy.
Goodnight.
xxx,
Mrs Micky
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