serafaery

The dancer I met and danced with the most at Kizomba last month texted me about tonight after I'd decided not to go, and I decided to rally, and went, and it was fun even though I was tired and my tummy hurt, and I started bleeding at the venue. So that all makes sense now, the fatigue and bloating and overall blahs. I'm glad I went! Marta was there, she is SO NICE omg, and I met a new younger dancer named Lacy who wore an Ariana-esque ponytail that I coveted, she's really really pretty. Those eyes. And such a soft sweetness about her, no pretentiousness. I wonder if Tyler would like her. (She's very young.)

Ow cramps.

Oh I miss dancing.

Tonight really made me miss blues. And Finley. I think I am finally back to an okay headspace about him, after being angry for a bit. He sent me a sweet text the other day and I ignored it. I don't like that he texts me once every two weeks, maximum. But who am I to complain if I refuse to communicate my feelings to him.