i'm thinking...starting dance when your 3 and sticking to it kinda fucks you up...stopping it for a short time...thats fine...thats good....but more than 2 weeks of no hardcore dancing.....it gets me depressed. it becomes an identity and hence an identity crisis. i can't even have a valid argument with myself about this because i am having an ( Read more... )

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why do i feel so bad? i just don't get it....i'd like to fall asleep with some sense of reassurance but how do you have reassurance when you don't know what is off. and why am i writing in this goddamn thing...it's too dark...dark at 4:30...i've forgotten how to function

i have come to the shocking conclusion that...

I am crazy
like something wrong with you crazy
i truly am beginning to believe this

suffocation suffocation suffocation suffocation suffocation

people like superficiality

oh how they adore it!

just play the game

lee laa blah
da deeeeeee dock
cuckaburrah in the frogs nest
and yellow eggs behind the kitchen sink
these are several of your detestable thoughts
with kidney beans in tin cans of oil of olay

apparently i do not know how to differentiate between my professional and personal life. pardon me for dancing around sometimes...God forbid! i'll start wearing a straight jacket

i hate people!

i like being alone!

boredom.....with everything

kissing hello's
small talk
ugh, makes me want to vomit

i'll start wearing a medical mask so people wont try it

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anonimity and superficiality are the way to go

why let things be comfortable?
why not fuck em up when they seem to be going well
thats my method of living