I'm just a dancer, not human.
How can i possibly ensure myself that for one second, i am better off living without my ARMY of love ones?He's ill again, heading to the hospital probably screening, dad's pissed, mum told me to live on only bread, all i've ever done is zilch but shop, stood up an ample circle of people at any given time and i'm shunning off this obnoxious family drama altogether.
WHAT AM I, ONLY 12! or 21?... why didn't i have any soul and energy left to fight this off?
I'm no more demure, patient or funny...
i'm just pathetic.