my paper heart

last night was bitter sweet.
on one hand, it was pure adrenaline high in the way that only dancing is.
and on the other, the music wasnt as great and my heart got trampled.
i swear it feels like a herd of wild wildebeasts have barged thru los angeles for the sole purpose of doing interpretive dance on my metaphorical heart.

i'm just tried. i need sleep.
deep, soul consuming, thought stopping sleep.

early vb tournament tomorrow morning.

i'm one of those people who's heart break sets in at different levels.
the first level is dibelief, the second is larthgy to the point of not eating, wich is good,
because the moment i got home from Nata's this morning, my dad wheighed me, and decided i need to lose 4 pounds before NY next weekend. if only it were that easy.
but nothing ever is.

despite all my moaning now, the actual dance was really really fun.
This Picture Is Proof.