#waltzthepoint

[waltzthepoint]

sometimes I don't know what the best thing to do is

[waltzthepoint]

reaching out is a weird thing. sometimes I feel like I'm really reaching in

meeting my old classmates the other day really fucked my brains over. it's like looking in a mirror you haven't seen in years and realizing it doesn't make you look like the mirrors you use now do.

why did A. tell me she used to be jealous of me because she thought I was stealing her best friend? why did L. look at me in disgust when I said "sometimes I'm too vocally violent with the things I say? Why didn't E. move a muscle when I got his name wrong and just smiled at me before looking away? When and where did Z. get so cute and emotionally intelligent??

the biggest why's are always about me though. why do I feel so good and yet so bad now? why could I not stick with my best friend in that whole group during the night and just take it as a couple-challenge? why was I such a fucking faggoty social butterfly bitch? bore? did anyone really like me there?

A. asked to paint together at her house. R. asked the wind if it would go with him to the movie theatre. M. asked very little, he mainly spoke about himself.

I asked a lot, spoke a lot too. and that's okay, because I know why I'm this way. I think this is the point I was looking for. time to waltz it.

wanna dance?