I just... I can’t fucking deal with this anymore. Every weekend, I ditch my textbooks and go to the community center to waltz with a bunch of octogenarians and it’s the only place I feel like… myself. Like a human. My friends are out getting wasted, doing whatever the hell nineteen-year-olds do, and I'm there learning the cha-cha with someone’s abuela while the kids upstairs play basketball. It's so fucking absurd. We’re all just trying to keep moving, aren’t we? Keep pretending we know the next step when really, we’re just making it up, hoping someone catches us if we fall. And I swear to god, sometimes I just want to fall.