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Every ounce of energy I possess seeps out of my body. I’m done. I’m so done. I’m giving up

I have so many ideas percolating, so many pictures flitting around my brain. I would love to bring them to reality, to create something physical, tangible, from my scattered, selfish brain.

What if there’s a blackout during surgery and they accidentally amputate my leg?

Since I’m sick and tired of wallowing, I’m just diving in without looking back at what I can’t have

Maybe, just maybe, some good has come out of my no longer being able to dance

And that’s when I know this past year had changed me. Because I didn’t hesitate at all