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"Perfection is only my intent, but with that I am content." -Me

You know that feeling you get when you love something so much or you're so amazed by something that you can't even portray your admiration and amusement in words or any other form of expression. That's how I feel about dance. It almost makes me frustrated because I can't get anyone to understand that although it can be hard at times with all the work, the time consumption, and the personal sacrifices (i.e. certain foods, friends, time...) it's my whole life. I don't want to do anything but dance.

I love to write too! I have so much going on in my life, and so much has happened to me, especially as a younger child. It's my other form of expression. You can write angrily, happily, completely, fragmently, and so on. It's great. I wtite short stories, poetry, songs...

I like to listen to music too. I like school a lot, and I guess that's kind of weird because not many people like school! My favorite subjects are American Studies and English.

I am one of the busiest people that I know. I am always doing something, and the crazy thing is that I love it. I feel odd when I'm not running around, stressing out because I have to be somewhere or do something. I love always having something to do.

  • Last seen on Aug 12 6:56 PM. Member since August 28, 2006.
  • My mood is , and quote is "pissed".
  • I am a 16 year old person (United States)
  • I have 33 comments, 1 poem, 19 stories

My Stories

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    100 words, 1 comment, March 10, 2008
  • I'm a young teenage girl. I've been through so much already, abused as a child, raped, four fathers. I have been battling so many illnesses
    400 words, 6 comments, February 21, 2008. In Sickness
  • I woke up to an ear-piercing beep; it was the same throbbing beat that the headache I had all day before filled my head with. I didn't slee
    3100 words, December 16, 2007
  • I'm turning on stage; turning, turning, turning so quickly. I step out of my last turn into a reach. I feel the tears begin to stream down my face, but I'm not sure what it is I'm feeling. I know that my insides are twisting
    300 words, 1 comment, December 13, 2007

My Poetry

  • I wrote a poem for my mom to let her know I miss her love.
    <100 words, August 31, 2006. In 0, 0, 8

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