My breathing is shallow, much like your thinking.
I throw up half the things I eat and I'm still not good enough. It's times like these I hate dancing and wish I could just be happy with the way I looked.
... Still it's not good enough, still I'm not thin enough, still I'm not centered enough, still I'm not turned out enough.
I give up.
Talking to Josh has made me happier, plus the strawberry milk. You've just got to love the combination of amazing boyfriend and nesquick syrup.
Dad is back home. He's not going to die ... no comment. I was greeted with a caring and friendly, "Where the fuck have you been? It's nearly six." Oh how I love you too daddy dearest.
SteveO brought me back my pointe shoes. I was so happy. I think it would be so amazing if he would just admit he put them on and danced around his room in them, but no.
Josh has to work Thursday which makes me sad. I'm going to try my hardest to get to his house before he leaves and see him at least for three minutes.
We'll always have Rome ... and this weekend.
My mom is the best, you've got to love her. I told her that I wanted a shooting star so I could make a wish tonight so she went and cut out some yellow paper and threw a star in my face and ran away singing, "Catch a falling star and put it in you pocket ... Never let it fade away."
Now do you understand why I am like I am?
No don't even try. I would rather just be invisible and misunderstood.
I'm going to bed, because all I can do is think about you.
<3
... Still it's not good enough, still I'm not thin enough, still I'm not centered enough, still I'm not turned out enough.
I give up.
Talking to Josh has made me happier, plus the strawberry milk. You've just got to love the combination of amazing boyfriend and nesquick syrup.
Dad is back home. He's not going to die ... no comment. I was greeted with a caring and friendly, "Where the fuck have you been? It's nearly six." Oh how I love you too daddy dearest.
SteveO brought me back my pointe shoes. I was so happy. I think it would be so amazing if he would just admit he put them on and danced around his room in them, but no.
Josh has to work Thursday which makes me sad. I'm going to try my hardest to get to his house before he leaves and see him at least for three minutes.
We'll always have Rome ... and this weekend.
My mom is the best, you've got to love her. I told her that I wanted a shooting star so I could make a wish tonight so she went and cut out some yellow paper and threw a star in my face and ran away singing, "Catch a falling star and put it in you pocket ... Never let it fade away."
Now do you understand why I am like I am?
No don't even try. I would rather just be invisible and misunderstood.
I'm going to bed, because all I can do is think about you.
<3