How long had it been since I swing by here to pen some thoughts.
April has just started, and it just hit me hard with alot of work, and endless lack of rest. The body is so tired, that I don’t understand the purpose of working at all. The joy it brings sometimes lies to the body, that everything will be alright. And when I finally get back home (usually at 11pm daily), the body would go into a complete shock.
“Like what the fuck just happened?”
People come and people go. And a lot of times, I chose to shut many out. I should be over it by now, but yet I can’t seemed to let anyone in. Twice life had bitten me down hard, and I finally learnt my lesson.
Dancers are meant to be alone, just because the society will never accept them for who they are.
Til someone is willing to give themselves up as much as I would, I believe that I am a selfish bitch.
Through and through.