NEH! I have Gaia stalkers... T.T but no stalkers in real life. How sad.
On a happier note or more queer kind of state.. I am obsessed with ballroom dancing right now. When I imagine things in my mind it is always in the setting of a ballroom and I am always in a gorgeous poofy gown.
Today I was dancing in a white gown much like the one in Enchanted and big black words with sharp ends swirled around me. They cut and tore at me dress, scratching me. It was very sad. I was left alone in the sparkling ballroom with the tattered remains of a beautiful dress clothed on my scraped body. That's the only way I can explain how I felt in class today. My graphic arts teacher bores me to the point of outrage and pain. It hurts to know that there are teachers that take advantage of knowledge and cannot interact with his/her students respectfully or properly. I really dread going to that class espeically after learning from a fairy godmother like Miss Carmon.
Yesterday I tried to explain to my friends what it feels like in the insecure state I am in. I used two different metaphors, the fish and the ballroom dancer. From here on out it seems it might be a common theme in my journal for a while. It is the awaking conscience of myself that stirs in this new spur of logical thinking. I love it.
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