Possible Normal

I feel so bipolar. One moment I'm happy, the next minute I'm at the bottom of the world.


So basically boys are incredible stupid. I'd like to punch exhibit A in the face right now. It would make me really happy actually. Grrr He is so freaking out of my life but I want him back. Not fair. This is killing me. I am not supposed to be the one who has her heart broken. No that is so not me. I like to be in control, not smashed into billions of pieces. Grrr I feel used. It's a horrible feeling.


But on the other hand I got the ballet letter I'd been waiting for.

We would like to congratulate you on your progress in our ballet program.

The purpose of this letter is to invite you to try to the beginning level pointe class this summer. We will start with some very basic fundamentals and strenght work..." blah blah blah

*Jumps up and down with joy.* This makes me incredibly happy. I can't wait to get the shoes.

Recital is coming up too. It's at the end of June and the closer it gets the more excited I am.

So life is good and bad. I suppose that makes it normal?