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wow. life sucks. so what are you going to do?
like the performing arts high school. i want to go, but i cant take contemporary dance until eleventh grade. i dont know that i even want to go for dance. i might want to sing. i need to work on my vocals. maybe i could do that. but then what would i do without all my friends from school? or my mom? i would be happy about my dad not being there, but what about my life? it would be a great thing. but how would we pay for it? i just dont know. maybe i should just take it one step at the time. the audition first, worry about actually going or not if i get it
why does my mom have to remind me of the lamest things? 'did you explain to her that your dance pants dont fit?'
yes goddamnit!! why wouldnt i? i was the one who told you that my fucking pants didnt fit in the first fucking place. you wouldnt even know my pants didnt fit if i didnt fucking tell you. even if i hadnt told you, i still would have explained that my pants dont fit, because i knew that! i have a brain that functions quite normally, its perfectly fine, its big enough to be out on its own. i can make the cognative descision that explaining that i have lost weight and my pants no longer stay upon my bottom is a good idea.
holy shit
just let me be. im fine here. i can do it on my own. im not seven years old again, and you have to dress me between numbers. im even in the 'big kids' room. woo. i can dress myself, i can do my makeup i can do my hair, i can learn the numbers and i can perform. goddamnit im good at this. im going to be great at this. theres not a fucking thing you can do to stop me.
like the performing arts high school. i want to go, but i cant take contemporary dance until eleventh grade. i dont know that i even want to go for dance. i might want to sing. i need to work on my vocals. maybe i could do that. but then what would i do without all my friends from school? or my mom? i would be happy about my dad not being there, but what about my life? it would be a great thing. but how would we pay for it? i just dont know. maybe i should just take it one step at the time. the audition first, worry about actually going or not if i get it
why does my mom have to remind me of the lamest things? 'did you explain to her that your dance pants dont fit?'
yes goddamnit!! why wouldnt i? i was the one who told you that my fucking pants didnt fit in the first fucking place. you wouldnt even know my pants didnt fit if i didnt fucking tell you. even if i hadnt told you, i still would have explained that my pants dont fit, because i knew that! i have a brain that functions quite normally, its perfectly fine, its big enough to be out on its own. i can make the cognative descision that explaining that i have lost weight and my pants no longer stay upon my bottom is a good idea.
holy shit
just let me be. im fine here. i can do it on my own. im not seven years old again, and you have to dress me between numbers. im even in the 'big kids' room. woo. i can dress myself, i can do my makeup i can do my hair, i can learn the numbers and i can perform. goddamnit im good at this. im going to be great at this. theres not a fucking thing you can do to stop me.