I'm gonna have to delete this journal and add you all on my new one. I think this one has been breached.

I don't really know who I'm becoming. And sometimes as much as I hate to admit it, I don't know if I like it or not ( Read more... )

I found a new club to work in ( Read more... )

It's so important that I write. No matter what, I have to keep writing. My progress has been like an avalanche, albeit a small yet steadily growing one. I can just imagine the force I will be when I've gained full speed.

Hey guys, I'm still here. I'm looking for a new club and I'll explained what happened to the old one. I hope everyone is well. :)

I don't know why I have a tendency to be self-destructive. I guess it's somewhere between mentally unstable parents, anxiety-filled upbringing (direct result of abusive father), and unhealthy coping mechanisms. But I'm trying.

Dancing is a job where inevitably you just don't have that traditional co-worker relationship. It's an environment that breeds jealousy and insecurity. When you aren't making money for whatever reason, and you see the next girl tucking away stacks, it's tough. I know my first day of working, after being sweet and naive with the customers about my ( Read more... )

Before I started dancing, I researched A LOT ( Read more... )

So I got my period Monday morning which derailed my return to the club. I remember the last time I was there, a girl told me if it came, to just cut off the tampon string ( Read more... )

Okay, so I went home early on the last entry. My sleep cycle was all messed up and I only had maybe 4 hours of consistent sleep in the last week ( Read more... )