I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to, but I guess I just feel so overwhelmed. So many emotions are churning simutaneously through my mind, and I guess I broke down. I did break down.
School has been the biggest stress for me. I want to do well on my AP exams, but when I open a review book to the first chapter, I get anxious—and close the book. I have one week to study my heart out, and with the addition of really hard spanish homework, and long dance rehearsals, it feels like too much. It’s too much for anyone to balance.
In part I also started to cry because I finally realized that my time at WBC is almost up. This was the last week of real dance classes, and it’s just so sad. It’s not even bittersweet. I have been dancing there since I was 5, and that place is my second home. It’s where I have little sisters who look up to me, as well as some of the best friends ever. I have built relationships with my dance teachers, and to think that by next friday it will all be over, makes me depressed. Yes, I will come back and visit, and stay close with my friends family there, but it will never be the same.
I guess that’s what I am figuring out; that nothing will be the same again. And as much as I want to say that’s it will be bittersweet, it is more bitter than anything.
I do want to start this new chapter in my life, but I don’t want to abandon the one I have now. I just hope that the people that I love so much will want to keep our friendship strong, no matter the distance that divides us.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”—Albert Einstein (via atomos)
I’m not perfect. I’m never going to be the prettiest one in the room. Not everyone likes me. I don’t have guys all over me. I have breakouts. I eat snacks after 7 pm. I forget to do my homework. I don’t always get straight A’s. I don’t get a million text messages a day. I like guys who don’t like me back. I stay up late watching television. I over-analyze things. I’m sarcastic. I sometimes offend people by mistake. I don’t know all the answers. But perfect isn’t everything, and it doesn’t mean I don’t need someone to love me for my flaws. I’m me.