if that's what you really think. i can't say anything to change your mind.

trust. it's a relative concept. i refuse to react or talk about it. partly because, i believe i was actually at fault, and partly because, i don't think i deserve the reaction. or the cutting words.. pull the trump card all the time, why don't you. well here I am for you to bleed.

nobody cares anymore. i tore a ligament and people who knew DON'T FUCKING CARE! i'm just not important. that's all. i can still walk. i can't dance properly. my knee, calf, what-have-you hurts with every impact. but i keep a straight face. i smile. because i don't want to be a letdown. we trained so hard. i'm not about to pull out.

*note* alumni, this post is not for you...

tramples.. how ironic. it's my heart that's breaking..you dun even bother asking. and now.. i've said enough. i dun wanna make excuses for myself. you dun want to hear my reasons. anyway, i dun think you care tho. i dunno, i dunno anything anymore..

Ballet shoes- beautiful, graceful, and creative,
you enjoy dancing writing and music. You are
often very poetic and sometimes dramatic. You
keep to yourself aside from a few close friends
that you can relate to. [please vote! thank
you! :)]


What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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haha.. this is funny... and i'm going mad doin all these quizzes!!!

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


How grammatically sound are you?
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how true?? it's funny how things like these bring out the real you.. god knows i've been the "grammar-bitch" in camp.. going around correcting everyone's english like i'm somekind of english angel sent from the english heaven! haha.. tough!