Went out with shoes today for lunch. Met one of her friends, Josh. He’s a nice guy. He’s also one of the dancers for Saturday’s performance. Can’t wait to see him in action. Enjoyed the outing. Talked about shoes’ ‘physical imperfections’ on the ride back. I don’t think her thighs are fat. Or her chin too sharp. It’s fine. But to each their own.
Tendon injury on right index finger. Took me long enough to realise what it was. Either got it from frisbee or bboying. More likely it was frisbee.
Feeling random urges to dance now a days. I predict dark clouds in my near-future. And i know what’ll be the cause of it.
Just hope i’ve matured enough to deal with such emotions.
Trashy, angsty nonsense that i keep feeling is starting to irritate me. I shall do away with them the first instance that i can.
The ability to love is dictated by the performance of an irrational act for the rational benefit of another person/entity.
Denying love, acknowledgement, or the ability to reciprocate such emotions is by far, the greatest cruelty of Man.
Just realised i’ve been writing posts in monotone.
Nice.
I wish i was a better master of self.