I did three (or four?) days of dancing.Saturday was pretty good. Danced ballet for an hour, but the cheeks hurt-Monday being ok. Normal dancing for 2 hours. Cheeks still hurt.Tuesday was a bit hard. Danced in school for 3 hours straight, and mywhole body was sore during that night.Wednesday was pretty difficult and stressful. My body was still getting aftereffects from yesterday, and I was anxious of performing stage rehearsal.At the end of the day, my dancing was fine but a bit sloppy.I walked to the car with my brother. I told him I was angry andhe said sorry, but throughout feeling stressed out about todayand being tired, I wanted him to offer me food ascompensation for my closure & effort. I didn’t say that yet,asking for food that is.I sat in the car with dad apparently waiting. And throughoutthat night, I’ve spent my dark lingering energy onto my work,thinking it’ll pass by.I got really angry becauseI needed my support. Itold him to forget about itand stay in the car to waitfor me.By the time he finallygave me my items, Icouldn’t shake off myfrustration. Though I tookthe pants bc I neededthem, my resentmentlingeredWednesday was when it all started.I was really stressed if I may hurt myself while my body was still sore, so I requested my olderbrother to bring me some items.I’ve waited for a little over an hour for him, but he got side-tracked by talking with dad. Hethen started driving over. At most, the drive should be 15-20 minutes, including buffer time.Of course, I didn’t mind them having a good time chatting,but I should’ve been the main priority on that day. It’s Thursday.When I came home, I still had my subtle grudge against my dad when he greeted me.We checked the calendar and realized I had rehearsal for school. I was surprised and becameantsy because I forgot.In the end, I’ve gotten an ice cream cone with a cup, andate some burgers and fries :33 my day is resolved.My emotions overwhelmed my thinking into unnecessaryideas. I became randomly emotional and cried in the car.At first, I thought I was just upset about being late, but myemotions that were bottled up all week just spilled likeoverflowing tea.The exhaustion, the soreness, the frustration with mybrother all hit me at once.I’ve made it to rehearsal for one last song to sing, but Icouldn’t bring myself to apologize to the Stage Managerbecause of my insecurity of crying in front of her.I’ve soon explained to mydad about my recentfrustration about my sorebody and still doingdance, angered that myelder brother didn’t cometo bring me my itemssooner, and wanted foodto make me feel better.
