I’m sucking at school;
I’m getting fat;
I’m still not talking to my dad;
I’m avoiding and denying the fact I’m still heartbroken;
I’m losing my patience like no other;
I miss dance like effing crazy;
I really can’t make the right decisions;
I can’t fucking take this anymore.
I feel like I don’t have any time to get my shit together;
There’s nothing fucking healthy to eat at my house I may as well just fucking go anorexic if I want to look somewhat appeasing when I go to florida in a week and a half. OH RIGHT, the family vacation in which I’m not even talking to one fucking family member. Like seriously fuck my life. I can’t fucking take this.
The only thing I want in my life is my radio show and music and dancing. I need to fucking dance I need to fucking just run. I have never been so uncomfortable in my own skin. I can’t fucking take this fucking shit.
