Nostalgic. That was what I felt when I watched that video. I felt envious of the softball team, wanted a place where I could belong again and happily quarrel with my teacher again.
Heartache. It was like a pain in my chest. I felt that I could never dance again. Without my friends, the music, the costumes, the props and the rhythm.
I even miss that old smoking windbag of a dance instructor I had. The arguments, the shouting, the insults and the tears. I miss my teachers-in-charge. To them, I was this uber hyper girl child with behavior that bordered on insanity. I miss the stage, the audience, the competitions. I truly felt like I belonged, that I wasn't an outcast.
Now, things will never be the same again. I shrink away from the others and try to make myself as invisible as possible. I sit all alone and reminisce the fun times I had in dance.
Sometimes with tears and a sad smile. What bittersweet memories they were.
26 April -HINTHINT-
Ixorian
2sevener'06
3e3 '07
4e3 '08
TP 1K08 '09
Full time slacker
Part time student
Also full time mood swinger
Head honcho and founder of MOSSP
Ministry Of Sexy Sick Perverts or,
Ministry Of Several Saintly People
A little crazy
Quite sadistic
Pretty perverted
Occasionally violent
Irresponsible
As mature as a four month old kid
Yaoi lover
Manga lover
Anime lover
Light haired bishounen lover
Sesshoumaru rawks
Byakuya is cool
My life is sad.
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