PIG INTESTINES, FUCK YEAHHH!!!!
Guys I really love my friends okay.
Waiting for Kevin to come pick Kenneth and me up omg. Yayayyay.
And how dare that you send me that card
When I’m doing all that I can do.
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is to just forget you.
I’ll meet you in your head, tonight when you’re in bed. I know you’re thinking of me.
You’re everything that I’ve hoped for, and I’m all the shit that you go for.
Stop kidding yourself now.
I could never explain how much I love and need dance in my life. Dance is literally my drug. Dance is my art. Dance is my therapy… It is so many things to me, I can’t even list them all. I love the euphoric sensation I feel every time I step onto the floor or stage; and when the music starts to play, it shoots through my veins and gives me so much adrenaline and energy that I can’t contain it. I love being able to dance and let myself go and literally not feel any negative emotions or pain; everything is numbed and I’m happy. It’s like my soul is being pulled out from underneath a rock and my true being is being exposed. When I’m dance, I’m at my most vulnerable state, but it’s also the only time I feel strong. A jolt of energy passes through every particle of me and I can feel the life radiating from myself. I love dance, and no one could ever truly understand my passion unless they’ve felt it themselves. I can’t accurately put it into words, but I can say that the only time I can truly be myself is when I’m on the floor doing what I love.