So I'm Julia,
I'm a lot different than a lot of people
I don't where make up or hang out with my friends on a friday night
Really, I have no life
I dance every single day of the week
and read and write all the other free time I have
I fall easily and crumble in the snap of a finger
I'm a huge nerd and I love nerdy guys to death.
I cry a lot (not in front of people)
I'm a talentless dreamer
I have fifty million layers of myself, I can't even tell what kind of person i am.
I only have a few real friends, two i haven't seen in over a year.
I can't wait to grow up, so i can actually do something with my life.
Sometimes the closest people do me let me down.
Mom: "We forgot to buy you
flowers this year didnt
we?"
Me: "You havent bought me flowers in
the last three
years"
(That's around 9
concerts/recitals/performances give or take 2)
(oh
yeah and thanks for watching this year)
(and thanks for telling me to go
wash the dishes, cause i can totally do that with a sinus
infection the day after three rehearsals, a bunch of classes, and
a performance.)
Every time
I come out of my dance
performance
all my Mom and Dad can say is
"You took so long to pack your stuff.
Hurry up."
"Your blush was messed up. You looked
stupid."
"Your arms were too
stiff."
I wish just for once
they would tell me "Good job."
But
this year...they aren't even
watching...
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30 days/30 letters.