I still love ballet, and I think there's something so beautiful about its grace, but it's just not me anymore. I don't think I belong in that world anymore. I feel much freer than that.
Guess I understood a long time ago that I’m just a lonely person who gets left behind all the time. So why does it still surprise me every time? Like what did I expect?
I left no space in my heart for hate...
But I have to say I despise envious people!
What a shame it is to be a filthy, jealous, spiteful spirit!
May you all rot in the deepest hell of all hells.