Utena's rant, read if you want.

There once was a girl who was unhappy with all in her life. She wasn't comfortable with herself, she didn't like the torture life had put on her heart and most of everyday seemed liked agony. But, amongst the bad, there was good. She had the abilities of music. She could sing. She had the abilities of art; She could write and draw. She had the abilities to control her emotions. She could act. She could do many things, she had many talents and each one of them she appreciated and embraced. She was thankful, oh so thankful, that she was given these magic tickets called "talents". But, as unpredicted and not seen by anyone, not even by her, she developed a love for the one talent she wasn't born with. The one talent she didn't have. The one talent she wished she could have, naturally. And so the love for that one thing became one-sided to her. The more she tried to grasp it, the more frustrated she became with it. The more impatient she became with it. The more agony involved itself in her life, the more torture encumbered her heart again. And that familiar darkness set in once more. But, of course; she found an outlet. She swore she'd learn to do it, even without the natural talent to do so. And so she devoted herself to learning the art of the thing she'd developed a love for, however slow the process. But, a while back, a lovely partner had grabbed her heart, and not let go of it. It was almost a crime, it was stolen, clean right out of the girl's chest. And some part of it, still remains with that other person. The twist? This person the girl fell in love with, could dance. Dance was the thing that the girl fell in love with but couldn't naturally do. And so it was like the one thing to complete her was left with this other person. This other person completes her. And she supposes that's why this other person happens to be her one and only, even though they've both moved on. So, she questions each and every day; Why? Why was she not born with this innate talent to dance? Why was she not born with the musicality required to randomly just start dancing at parties and have it seem actually appealing? Why when other people have it so easy and can just dance wherever they please? It seemed that this new love grew into a thing that she couldn't live without. It grew to become almost more important to her than the thing she originally deemed so vital to her existence; Singing. So many of you read this and ask; Why are you sharing the story of a random girl and her inability to dance? Why are you telling me this when I don't want to know or could care less? The reason I am sharing this all with you is because this girl.. is me. I wish to be able to dance, I wish to be able to become a great dancer just like the people in the Step Up movies. It seems a bit ridiculous, but it's a real feeling that exists. And my drive to learn, has completely died out. My determination and willpower to continue? Diminished. I just want to get that back, so I can get back to doing the things I love with the same passion I started with. If it's cool... I'd like to ask y'all for your support, are you with me?