I’m going to try to actually post about my life.
It’s Thanksgiving today, and we’re having a ~*~special night~*~, which means turkey dinner and dancing.
UGH DANCING. I feel so awkward every time dancing comes up, because issues and touching people no me gusta.
David’s taught me a bit of swing, but I just kind of feel ill when I think about it. I am incapable of approaching others about dancing, and if I’m not asked to dance, I’m going to feel kind of… rubbish.
I don’t even know.
