Its 1.54am.

I'm absolutely exhausted.

I'm having a splitting headache.

I'm on the verge of gastric.

I'm continuously kicking myself mentally.

I've just returned from my first public performance at a charity ball.

I made a mistake during the performance.

My zipper was stuck. I couldn't change in time. I went out late. I was the only one who didn't make it.

My heart was in tears after that happened. It took so much more effort tto smile through the rest of the songs.

Argh.

My teacher gave me a hug and said that I did well. She thought I recovered fast and still managed to go in halfway through. "That's what a good dancer is supposed to be", she said.

But I'm thinking, A better dancer wouldn't have allowed such a situation to happen in the first place.

>.<