when time stops still.
and all that you got is yourself.
okay i feel as busy as ever.
but i think im doing a damn good job at managing my time.
time has been flying by like a free bird without a care in the world.
i bet pretty soon enough i'll be studying for my mid years in the libraries once again.
so much has been going on in jc life and honestly it is turning out to be quite the experience.
ive met people who are amazing.
but of course none that i can claim as a bff i guess that requires more time.
but the most wonderful part is that i really feel like i can depend on them when i need the help.
i really get the feeling that we're all in this together.
well maybe its also cause its still considered the start of jc life but im hoping to god this doesnt die down.
it would be really good not only for me but for all of us if we kept going.
sometimes it does get a little socially awkward.
but i guess that's all part of the whole process of getting to know each other.
i sure as hell miss all the company in anderson.
that was one of a kind which i dont think i can get in aj.
really looking forward to feel the nostalgic environment on speech day.
that is if we can go.
dance has been incredible though tiring.
i'll admit that at some parts i feel that burning passion within me fading out.
but i'll blame that on the fact that i still have much to improve.
but of course after that performance on saturday night.
that remarkable display.
she uttered nothing, yet she spoke volumes.
her silence was so defeaning, it was like a quiet scream.
it evoked in me all those feelings i thought i'd left dead behind me.
brought back all the memories and fears.
made me feel so alone like i used to feel.
and it made me crave for you so badly.
there's always a million stories to tell.
but when you're given the choice to tell one story, which would you tell:
the one that changed you in ways you never thought possible or
the one that defined who you really are?
and im plunged again into that world of quick thinking and tactful approaches.
no matter how much i scratch and thrash my way up, im just pulled down inevitably by the feelings i harbour.
its like a battle between whether i should choose to do the right thing or whether i should do the better thing.
these moral gray areas.
someone should write out all the rules.
she hums along to the melody she plays in thin air.
knowing that inside her she's slowly falling and breaking down.
but she makes herself believe that she can go on.
she can put a strong front and prove herself that is what she is.
when she reaches the end, all that remains is the stillness.
the vacant stares.
knowing she is going to crumble, she runs for support.
and there in his arms she let herself breathe.
