*059 - dancing from the heart

I used to think I could dance to forget. I guess today my mood cast a shadow on everything else. It’s such a chore to try and beam for a happy dance when you’re just sad inside. Dancing comes from the heart and not the face after all.

Sobbed on the handicapped toilet floor in the middle of prac. It’s just gobbling me up from inside. Guess it all meant more to me than you thought. Something’s missing but I don’t know what.