Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Right now I'm pretty satisfied with my daily routine. Drive, tuition, dance, chill with my homies (lol) and the mischellaneous stuff.

Forgive me for my inadequecy. I complain sometimes, have this bored look on my face, but I enjoy your company, yes, very much so. Perhaps I have learned to protect myself with cynism, and trying to thaw the ice box takes time.

As a person, I have failed many friends by not meeting their expectations. I admit, I don't live to please everyone. It doesnt bother me much, cause I know as long as conscience doesnt nag at me, I'm fine.

All I have to say is, I'm sorry that I don't posses a big heart. I can't love everybody. However, I do try my utmost for that selected few.

Oh, thanks for dancing with me today, and for the time spent. I believe that love is spelled T-I-M-E too. =)

Passion Groove Life.