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Remember that breaking point I was talking about? It came yesterday literally. I broke my foot in dance rehearsal. So now I can't be in that dance show and I probably can't be in the musical I wanted to do this summer. I probably can't get a job because well, I can't move. I can't do anything and I swear this had better be the last bad thing that happens to me for a while. This has been a year of pure hell. Maybe God is sitting up there trying to figure out what else he can take away from me before I decide to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of my life. I don't know if my foot will ever be the same as it was before and I'm scared. I was given the gift of having beautiful dancer feet and I destroyed one. It didn't even hurt that badly and I didn't end up crying until they told me I wouldn't be able to dance for like three months. Good thing Bryan danced with me Friday because it was the last time I'd be able to dance for a while. I'm sad.
I'm so sad.
I'm so sad.