None of this will make sense to you guys at all
I'm anxious. Upset. Scared. Angry. Frustrated. Curious. Nervous. Whatever you wanna call it.
It amazes me. Really. I can have the willpower to go to my sister and calmly tell her that I've been in a bad mood all day and that she can't be a bitch or else I'll freak out at her. And at the same time, I freak out in the middle of the hallway after chem class because I'm about ready to punch Mr. Burnett in the face.
I've been really [insert one or more of the above emotions here] since last night. About stuff. My dance competition. Chemistry. My math test. The random muscle spasms in my leg that I got after I stand up for a while. The seniors leaving. The fact that I don't have a lot of time left with Evan before I go to camp and he goes to college. The fact that everything's changing so quickly.
I never realized how much I love dancing until now.
This all kind of ties together. Sort of. And nobody except me knows exactly how (and if you think you do, you don't). And I kind of want to talk about it. But at the same time I really want to keep it inside. I don't really know why. I guess I'd feel vulnerable somehow if I did talk about it. I don't know.
I don't know how to wrap this up. So you can insert your own conclusion here.
It amazes me. Really. I can have the willpower to go to my sister and calmly tell her that I've been in a bad mood all day and that she can't be a bitch or else I'll freak out at her. And at the same time, I freak out in the middle of the hallway after chem class because I'm about ready to punch Mr. Burnett in the face.
I've been really [insert one or more of the above emotions here] since last night. About stuff. My dance competition. Chemistry. My math test. The random muscle spasms in my leg that I got after I stand up for a while. The seniors leaving. The fact that I don't have a lot of time left with Evan before I go to camp and he goes to college. The fact that everything's changing so quickly.
I never realized how much I love dancing until now.
This all kind of ties together. Sort of. And nobody except me knows exactly how (and if you think you do, you don't). And I kind of want to talk about it. But at the same time I really want to keep it inside. I don't really know why. I guess I'd feel vulnerable somehow if I did talk about it. I don't know.
I don't know how to wrap this up. So you can insert your own conclusion here.