some people keep nodding their heads at the notion of me being a volcano just waiting to erupt.

and that's all they'll ever know how to do.

because at the back of their minds, they're thinking...

"whatever. how big could she become?"

it's that very thought that keeps them from letting go...of me.

i might just have taken that first step out, and they've just yanked me back in, giving no thought to how much this step might've meant to me.

if not for last night's salsa session, this would've been the start to my new year.

and what an awful start it would've made.

*i'm feeling so pissed. i WILL have to act my way through the evening, at the very least.