My mind’s tangled. I left the practice room and headed to the rooftop—where I usually go when I cut class, and that’s precisely what I’m doing right now. Sophee would probably freak out, or she might be concerned about why I was missing, but I trust she knows me well enough to not worry that much.
I wore my headphones on and began playing the song that we were going to perform for the show we’re doing in two weeks. The music started, and I started doing the steps.
Jay.
Dancing relieved my anxiety, and it made me feel better whenever I didn’t feel okay. It helped me express my feelings without a doubt, and it enabled me to think when my mind wasn’t working right and right now, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even answer 1+1 at this state. My mind’s going in too many pathways.
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