Maybe tomorrow I'll have some semblance of a normal life back.
Coffee, books, sushi... I don't even mind being alone.
I can't feel like myself in school. So many expectations to fulfill. So many people to let into my life. So many people to guard against.
Training is really draining me. Instead of slogging it out in front of the mirror for 4 hours every night I really wish I could be just hanging out with people who accept me for who I am... instead of people who need me to walk a certain way. To have a broad smile on my face constantly. To look like a sexpot.
I know I shouldn't be complaining. In just a snap, all these would be over and I'll be back to square one. I'm just afraid that all the twisting and shaping me in another mould would make me lose myself. I don't want to be somebody else.
It's all so hard and it's all so easy.
I'm just really tired and in need of a shoulder to lean on.