"Fuck"
"Fuck"
"Fuck"
I just totally screwed myself over.
I had a chance, to actually do something with my life.
What do I do?
Sleep in.
Of course, Jesus fucking Christ lacy get your shit straight.
"Fuck" is just about all my mouth will allow me to say at this moment.
Let me explain...
I'm 18. I just moved to Pittsburgh, alone, in a shitty apartment on the east side. Alone.
I'm a dancer, looking for a fucking break
I know, I know. Your usual goddamn sob story.
So I got this insane opportunity to be a dancer in a musical, and my audition was today at 10:00Am sharp.
It's 12:52Pm
Shit, oh well.
My parents?
Well, they where completely against me moving. They think I'm not
"Mature" enough
They're totally right.
I'm doing a real piss ass job of adulting. I have a job at least
Get this, I work at a damn laundry mat. $8.25 an hour. What's a dancer doing working at a laundry mat; Trying to make a living I guess.
At least I get free clean clothes.
Moving to the city was actually the easiest thing I've ever done, I basically graduated high school, waited for my birthday, then moved a month after I turned 18.
Wasn't much to take with me...my bed, my clothes and my dog. The apartment is pretty cheap too. $300 a month. Plus my landlords it pretty dope so she doesn't care if my rent is kinda late.
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May I have this Dance?
Teen Fiction" I laid in bed, for hours in the dark, at night, thinking about all the things I fucked up in my life." Then I laughed.
