Being forced to quit ballet was the worst thing that could happen to me. I miss it every day and it feels like some vital organ was ripped from my body. It hurts so fucking badly. I hate any life that doesn't include any form of dance. I don't think I can live a life without dancing in it, and I hope I don't have to.
I've said it so many times. I need it to be true this time. The only reason I'm still the same is my own fault. Lazy. Depressed. Unmotivated. No more. No more fat.