Join the pity party of broken hearts ♥
god is freaking toying with me. no. screw that. god is laughing at me and shoving what i cannot have in my face there sounds beautiful doesn't it?
i went to raymonds open gym at his gymnastics place thing. Not so bad right?
think again. it was hell. It always is. i saw the person i wanted to be. the person i could've been.
My case is as follows
Carl (My great grandfather on moms side) Gymnast
Mom- gymnast
dad-played football
nikki- soccer track
Ray- T-ball soccer and gymnastics
Drew (cousin) basketball
Jordan (cousin)skater basketball track
are we seeing where god screwed me over?
...cuz i am...
the sick part of it all is i wanted to be a ballerina growing up.
Tutu, Toe shoes and all. then one day i relized there was no fucking chance in hell. no chance. i stopped lessons. simply because the girl in my lessons told me there was no way i get to ever be a R E A L ballerina. sad i know. that why i wear a ballerina on my chain. thats why i cry at the nutcracker ballet every year thats why i didnt want to go tonight. i was probably gonna end up crying. and gues what? .... I did