02.10.2003
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A few post-class 'Grrs.'
I'm stupid. I'm useless. I just don't get it. This class is chewing me up and spitting me out, and I just don't know how to get it to go right. No; I *know* what I'm being taught. I understand it. I can practically visualise it. So why does all that disappear when I step onstage to try it out? I don't understand myself. Why can't I shut down Cerebral cf for even two minutes and let Feeling cf take over? What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm really unhappy that Mystie's sleeping at home to-night. I'd love someone to cry on and snuzzle with until this fucking lump in my throat goes away. If this is kicking me up so much, why the fuck am I still going? Fuck, I don't believe it; I think this thing's about to beat me. I just. Can't. Believe. It.
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