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The feeling of not being good enough… It’s tearing me apart. I am not a good enough dancer. What i do is never good enough. Dancing is my only escape. The only time i feel confident. The only time i feel like im somebody. Just to get shut down by my father saying that dance will not bring me somewhere, that if my group never did anything for me, that i wouldnt be able to go solo.
It hurts. A lot. Expecially when your father indirectly tells you that you aren’t good enough..
Im tired of this shit. Im tired of everything.
THIS DESERVES A BILLION FUCKING NOTES.
OMG. I am not ever not reblogging this. People need to be heard.
Everytime I will reblog. People NEED to see this.
Forever reblog.
READ THIS. Take a few seconds, and just read this. Then reblog it. Then think about it hard.
legit crying.
Gave me shivers because iwas once in this situation..
i’m crying
oh my
this.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IM CRYING!?!?!
the ending killed me.
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