I went to a dance last Friday night. I had a super lot of fun, until I found something out. I can't exactly tell you what that is, but let's just say that it had to do with someone I thought I could have. Not anymore, they're taken. It's really sad when you realize that something you really want, you can't have. Does anyone know what I mean? Please tell me I'm not alone. The one time that they played a slow song at the dance, everyone was dancing together. But me, miss wallflower, just went to go take a seat. I could'nt help it, and my eyes just welled up with tears because the person I wanted to dance with knows of my existance, but never acknowledges it. I think that's worse than feeling as if someone doesn't know you exist. I have been super depressed this whole week, and it's awful.
Sometimes I wonder. . .
My feet really hurt tonight. I know this may sound disgusting to someone who doesn't know about ballet that much, or is squemish, but my feet have been bleeding from pointe class. At least it didn't hurt as much this week. I think the pain lessens week after week. I wish my other pains were like that.
ciao diarylanders. . .