Writing seems like my only output for my emotions lately. Friends may stand by me but never really are there for me. Physically available but emotionally occupied. I won’t force them to feel what I’m feeling but I guess condolences will do. Dance can’t seem to get rid of all my frustration when were concentrating on cleanliness so I guess I’ll wait till the performance to let the waterworks show. 

I’ve been a mess lately and I can’t really describe whats wrong. But at least theres 6 people in my life that make all my problems disappear. And 26 people that aid to my recovery.