bitter memories...
I'm so fucking sick of not being able to dance.
I don't choose to be this way.
Ms. Sheila says everything happens for a reason...
What's the reason?
It hurts too bad to walk. If I dance or jump or cheer, the people who care yell at me to sit down and stop. But then some people sit there and say shit like "Anna come back to dance!" Well Annamaria can't fucking go back to dance. It isn't that easy. I can't tell my knee how to feel. The doctors keep passing me off, it's not like I'm not trying to get better. I ice it all the time, I stay off it when I can. But it's not helping. It gets worse every day.
I can't even watch people dancing. It makes me cry. Serious tears, not lil pussy tears. So I'm sorry I can't watch you dance, or that I change the subject when people bring up dance. But it's hard to talk about. Put yourself in my position, with whatever sport or activity you love. It's so fucking hard.
Writing that made me want to puke.
I don't choose to be this way.
Ms. Sheila says everything happens for a reason...
What's the reason?
It hurts too bad to walk. If I dance or jump or cheer, the people who care yell at me to sit down and stop. But then some people sit there and say shit like "Anna come back to dance!" Well Annamaria can't fucking go back to dance. It isn't that easy. I can't tell my knee how to feel. The doctors keep passing me off, it's not like I'm not trying to get better. I ice it all the time, I stay off it when I can. But it's not helping. It gets worse every day.
I can't even watch people dancing. It makes me cry. Serious tears, not lil pussy tears. So I'm sorry I can't watch you dance, or that I change the subject when people bring up dance. But it's hard to talk about. Put yourself in my position, with whatever sport or activity you love. It's so fucking hard.
Writing that made me want to puke.