Anonymous asked: I'm glad you're alive <3
Awww thank you! I’m sort of glad to be alive too!
Depression can suck a dick cuz it ain’t getting the better over me!
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An embarrassing memory
So today an embarrassing memory popped in to my head…
At school I entered to do a dance at the summer show. My partner apparently wasn’t up to scratch so I was told I got through the audition as long as she was cut. So now I had to perform this dance solo. I had practised this routine using a lot of space. On the day however we was told the show would be on a smaller stage, one on ground level to the audience. I had chosen to dance to Petey Pablo - Vibrate, I didn’t consider how obscene the lyrics were as I was about 13 at the time. Anywho I did this dance on this small ground level space, because of how small the space was I was all up in my head teacher’s space, shaking my ass and shit. The teachers said it was raunchy and looked like I gave my head teacher a lapdance.
I really enjoy keeping a diary, I have wrote in it every single day for the past week, which is commitment for me considering usually after a day I ‘forget’. It really helps me take all of my thoughts that have been bugging me out of my head and lock them away. I used to do this by telling my friends, but secrets aren’t secrets if they are shared, nor are they forgotten. By telling others I felt I was lumping my negativity and uncertainties on to others, and I felt if they couldn’t give me the answers or tell me what I wanted to hear I felt worse. With diaries you don’t have anyone tell you anything you don’t want to hear, you don’t have the worry of what others may think of you, or the worry of it telling others, you don’t have the worry that you are boring the diary to death which your hypocritical thoughts, rants an ramblings. Keeping a diary is great.