It's times like these when I need the support, when I need a shoulder to cry on, that
1% of me wished I said yes.

Now I'm in school.

And there's no place for me to take refuge, for me to hide.

No more secret hiding place in the basement, although I've still spent half my time in school there. Dancing.

To a certain extent, it still is, my hiding place. I used dance as my form of excape from studying.

Now I'm vulnerable. No more dance.

I gotta find another place.

Blogging it out in an empty computer lab is helping to take away part of this uneasiness and _________ I'm feeling now.

But I still wanna cry.

Somebody save me from school.