i have my old pointe shoes on it feels so good hurts but its a happy pain i miss ballet i've never been brilliant at it but it jut feels so good the shoes are battered and dirty, but they fit like a glove theres something beautiful about a foot in a pointe shoe theres something magic about standing that tall
my family is falling apart and im not strong enough to hold it together i dont know what to do all i want to do is run away i want to come back like nothings happened like everythings still okay
going out tonight. i am going to smile i am going to laugh and dance and sing i love friday alt night. i love my friends i love feeling awesome about how i look in comparison
last night i realised some things - my mum is way more perceptive then i give her credit for - i have some awesome friends i dont give enough credit to - cupcakes, ice cream and playgrounds never cease to make me smile - driving and singing at the top of my lungs is the best therapy