I've been crying the whole weekend. I've read some stuff. And I got a look into something that's so closed right now. It makes me sad that someone so beautiful could be so sad and burdened with such huge responsibilities.

One frustration of mine is dance. I realized too late that I'd love to do it. I'd love for me to be good at it. And watching so much beauty in dance lately, I realized that what I want, I have to fight for. Now, I'm fighting a very difference battle, but one that's worth fighting. One I've wanted to fight ever since I was a little kid. And now, every little thing I see validates that choice I made.

Oh, crap. I always get a tad mushy when I'm about to go "home."