Looking in the Corner
I don’t know when I became one of those people who are unable to focus on and successfully work at more than one thing at a time… maybe I’ve always been that way. Maybe I’m just lazy. Maybe I wanted to believe that one thing, one outside thing, could make me as happy as the things and stories that go on inside of my head. For a while I think that it did. For a while it fulfilled me in a way that only writing and dance was ever able to. Then I don’t know what happened. Well I guess that’s not entirely true, I do know what happened. It’s just not something that I can really talk about or explain here. (Legally binding contracts and all that…) And now I’ve spent the last couple of months so – angry? Disillusioned? Depressed. That’s my fault though, and I know it. I’ve known it all along; I just, I would rather have someone else to blame. It’s stupid and it’s dangerous to pin all your hopes, all your happiness (even if it’s just external happiness) on