I am the root of my own anger.
I want to go back to this day and just start the fuck over. Before boyfriends. Before people turned their backs on each other. Before I quit ballet. Before I had a job. Before I had to worry about moving and college. Before everything and everyone got so damn sad and stupid.
I want to go back to that exact moment in the picture…Nutcracker performance weekend and I was sipping Pepsi through a sour punch straw while eating skittles. And it rained that day. And I was ditching school with my best friend.
I want that day back. I want that simple life back.
I hate wishing stupid things like this because it isn’t coming back. It happened and I didn’t appreciate one damn second.