I want to be a pretty ballerina and wear a sparkly white tu-tu. I want to be something different than what I am. I'm never satisfied. Where is the passion? Where is the fire? I must have lost it down the road. I should look for it. Life was pretty fun when I had it. I bet we'd both be happier if I had it. I'd probably be happier if you had it, but then again, maybe you do. I watched the Nutcracker Ballet tonight. I am crashing at my parent's house again cause I'm too tired to drive. I have a chunk missing out of my contact. I might be afraid of forever. Forever is a really long time. Am I ready for that?