its that time of year when i don't get any sleep, i live off coffee, and have random bruises and pain all over my body. its the time of year where i dont care about school and my friends barley get to see me. people say i dance too much but do you know what i say to them? fuck you. dance sure as hell isn't easy. you can't do what i do. i spend all my time at the studio bc its my home. i feel differently there than any other place. but you know what? i wouldn't change it for the world. idk i just had to get that off my chest.
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antisocial pessimist
Randombut usually i dont mess with this °2016° ○eighth grade/fresman year○ here's where i come to talk about my problems instead of actually dealing with them
