I really honestly have no idea what I want to do with my life. I’m thinking about it and I know what jobs I want. To travel in my dance teacher’s company, work in Disney world as a dancer/princess/parade performer, be on Broadway, and be a Rockette. Just thinking about growing up makes me a bit sick to my stomach.
Then I think of guys and all that crap.
I think about all the things I have to do. I think about how I have to keep up with dance and school, how I have to keep up with my dance classes and do my best to win this pageant in California. Then I have to keep up with family and my religion. I need to diet. I need to worry about my fashion, my taste in music, keeping up with everyone… Then friends. I need to keep my friends. I need to make people happy. And when all of this is going on, how in the world am I going to make myself happy? Huh?
Dance, God, family, friends, diet, exercise, stretching, school, homework, significant other (which I don’t even have), style, preparing, overthinking, crying…
It all just catches up on me. Anyone care to send me and my family to Disney World for a day? This is all so stressful.
15 April 2012
