Hi. I should probably update you, considering it’s been three months. Every morning, 6:45 am, when I listen to Wait it Out by Imogen Heap on the bus, I think of you. I danced with a top 8 finalist on So You Think You Can Dance, I wish I couldve had someone to share the experience with, everyone else I’m friends with is too ADD to give a damn. My lyrical teacher danielle gave a speech, sat on the floor crying in the center of the studio, expressing how much dance impacts lives and how we’re the luckiest human beings ever to get to know the thrill of what we truly love. We were all weeping, best moment of my life. I miss how we’re so different yet so alike, I know if you were here you’d understand. I’m going to my art showcase Saturday morning before ballet. It’s a metamorphic drawing of a butterfly into a leaf- took me forever, I tell you. It just sucks to accept the realization of not knowing who to turn to. If I had sat with you at lunch today, we probably would’ve talked about how suckish FOT is, and how Mr. Serokos looks like Hagrid, and how he needs to chop off that god awful ponytail. but we continue to sit right next to eachother and act invisible.

I’ve never felt more lost.