Last time I said that after enjoying a fairytale life, cruel life made me fall hard on cold stone again. Well I guess it's time to admit that I never really enjoyed that "fairytale life" I talked about. Yes, the costumes, music, and camaraderie was awesome but I never completely enjoyed. It wasn't all perfect.I wasn't dancing with the costumes, steps, and music I wanted. Yes it was a dance and...

I don't know why people make such a big fuss when they find out I have have with highest honors or some other achievement when in fact it doesn't even matter. Nobody cares about what I've achieved. Not even my parents. Material reward such as medals or certificates and little bit more fame is all I get when I accomplish something. Aside from that, nothing else.I do envy the girls who accomplish...

It has always been my fault. I had always been the bad one. The hated one. It was never my sister's fault. I had always been the black sheep.All my life, I tried to give them all they want. Even the simple things I do, I do it for them. But just like every other normal being, I am not perfect. I make mistakes. Unfortunately, for them I just don't commit mistakes. I AM A MISTAKE. So it's me, the...

can't think properly right now. Even though I try to think, my brain would still be of no use. So unless you're ready for a really random post, don't continue reading.Just got off the phone. For the first time, Dirk and I talked on the phone. Yay! And oh, I love his voice and his diction. But, there was a lot of silence too. Well he told me before we talked that he would be silent and I said it's...

Just a few minutes ago I had jazz lessons and right now I'm wet. Sweat, water, and red Gatorade. I don't like the icky slimy feeling of being wet. Now though is different. I basked in what I was feeling. I missed it. This might sound gross so I'll explain.A few years back, I used to do classical ballet, modern ballet, and classical jazz. Sometimes, I would do two in a day. These lessons weren't...