It wears on my soul that I can no longer call myself a dancer. This huge part of my life slept soundly in bed while I got up and snuck out one morning… and I hate myself for it.
Now, going back is nearly impossible because my parent(s) forced me to go to college and get loans and be the “successful” person they “always expected” I would be.
It’s hard enough for me to be happy with the fucking mess that exists in my head, but every day I feel like my soul is being sucked out.
I’m years too late.