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Notes to self
Saturday, June 14, 2014 || 7:18 PM
1. Don't do things like deleting old conversations, pictures, numbers off your phone - eradicating all evidence that proved you were ever prevalent in my life. I don't need that absence, that gaping hole to serve as a ghost of a reminder - I am strong. Reading our messages and looking at your face will not make me miss you. Nothing will make me miss you.
2. Stretch as much as you can - let your limbs be limber; extensible, feel the pain (and savour it) in your muscles as you hold it for thirty seconds. The ability to distort your body into positions that go against human nature: that's your thing, man. I miss how flexible I used to be, slipping into oversplits with ease. Now I can barely do a split without my muscles screaming in agony. Stretch: It will be useful when you want to return to dancing proper (which will be very soon, I promise).
3. Stop using your damn phone - checking Instagram every two minutes will not fill any void you perpetuate to have. If life is a question, you will not find the answer on your too-bright screen. Your face is not built to be constantly lit from the glow of your handheld device - stop it. Look up - you're missing out on life as it hastens; dashes by you.
4. My love for yoghurt dates will never falter - don't fight it, girl. Go for as many yoghurt dates as is appropriate.
4. Call other people by their names. Instead of murmuring incoherent syllables or waving your hands, call them by name - taste the feel of each syllable in your mouth. Say their name because it feels personal, your voice tagged to how they identify themselves. Everyone says my name a little differently and I have them all memorised, carved onto my skin for all to see and etched on my heart for only me to feel.
5. You are not born better, you can only become better with conscientious effort. I have the propensity to slip into this limbo (it happens so fast before I even realise it I am more than halfway there), and it is a terrible syndrome. Picking myself up is never easy, but it has to be done.
(here's to the new sem- let's make it a good one)
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