Second thoughts. Why does it always come to second thoughts god dammit. I think he's using me. But who knows. I mean. Sometimes I wish I knew what I meant. Dammit. I hate the way my brain works. I was told last night at dance I should be in the elite intermediate class not the open jazz class. In order to take that class I need to take Grade Four Examination Ballet. Which would be hell to put it simply. I hate the way my life works. I just hate everything right now. ♥ 44. Caliber Love Letter