I’m done with limits. They’re everywhere. Everything works to limit what I want, what I desire. My body, my age, my intelligence, my family, my friends, my community. Things like money, time, societal expectation, personal opinion, outside opinion, physical blockade. Everything. Everything that provides opportunity, just as easily limits me.
Imagine a world void of any limitation. Is it possible?
Or maybe all the limitations I’ve listed prior are instead all figments of my worried mind. Is everything I desire within reach, simply blocked by my mind?
All I know is what I want, that’s the easy part. How am I going to manage? How am I going to get there? That’s the question I’d like to answer.
Don’t they say something like “love knows no limits?” Some shit like that, with wording rearranged no doubt.
I want that limitless love. Absent of boundaries.
I’d never give up dance, my schedule is just going to be slightly different from this year, thereby allowing me more time to work for the Campanile. I decided to drop dance team, which gives me a lot more immediate after school time. Also, my dance teachers are pretty understanding about everything, and they’re okay with letting me miss class every now and then.
I’m desperately trying to sort out all the emotions and thoughts tearing through my head right now, but it’s all too overwhelming. Never, ever, ever did I think something like this could happen to me. I’m ordinary, not extraordinary. Yet, six extremely intelligent and level-headed people believe I have the ability to fill their shoes and carry on. I honestly can’t comprehend.
More importantly though, I feel so blessed to have found something like Campanile. For the first time in my eleven years in the educational system, I found something that drives me to work harder for the benefit of someone other than myself. I found something in school that I genuinely care about, and I never thought that would happen. It’s all pretty cool.
Sometimes I miss the person I used to be.
Um….clothing? I switch between sweatpants and skirts. It mostly correlates with how much sleep I got the previous night. And to dance I wear all the crappy tshirts and athletic wear that I don’t wear to school….does this answer your question?
|me:||i hate all of you|
|me:||stop screaming you saw your friend yesterday|
|me:||holy fuck walk faster|
|me:||get smarter idiot|
|me:||maybe if i hit my head on my desk enough times i'll die|