oh fuck ya’ll
i’m a little tippers (because i had dinner with al) and i’m watching the rerun of the first episode of breaking pointe and it’s killing me. this takes me straight back to high school—to all the plans i had for a career in ballet, to all the auditions i took. and to the couple of companies that accepted me as a soloist (wtf?) because i was too tall for the corps but told me i would never advance because of my height and that they probably wouldn’t be able to keep me very long for the same reason.
ballet is brutal.
and then i went to school for music…what was i thinking?? i just need to read books.