I realize that people neglect to remember that I have a breaking point… like why do I tend to get the end of everything. When a friend is mad, they feel the need to take it out on me, since I’ll “brush it off” . A lot of shit bothers me and sometimes I feel like the punching bag. They punch & punch but never check to see if I need repair.

They come. They go. Some stay. You never know with them… but I drift on by… dancing has been my most consistent friend.