As the new year begins, (Happy New Year!) I cannot help but think about everything I have gone through. More importantly, the things, and the people I have lost. Bits and pieces of my innocence chipped away, laughter from friends replaced with silence, late car rides are now dark and lonely, and I am lost on the drive. I don't know where to go from here, which road to take, where do I even stop? So, I turn around. I go back to the past, to the start of it all. There lie my me

I recently went to a ballet class, an absolute beginner ballet class actually. Throughout my years of being a young adult, even in my teen years, I was told how I looked like a ballerina. When I told people I danced, they asked if I did contemporary or ballet, never hip-hop, which is what I mainly dance to. My grandma tells me all the time that she wishes I did ballet when I was younger, and my parents have mentioned I almost did. Why I didn't? I truly do not know. I regret t