Amidst my days spent at my home away from home during the summers (the studio), I find time to think about everything at home. Well of course I do. Heck, I even think during dance. But anyway. 

Obviously I slept too late and woke too early for my thoughts to be gathered well enough.

Ha. Well, I mean. I’m just not going to be specific. I guess it hurts, but I honestly don’t care all too much? Makes me sound heartless, but I feel like its just been built up to lead to this. And sure I should be mad, hurt, but I’m fine. The only part that really hurts is that I’ll (as always) end up having to take the blame. Thats what sucks. But yeah.