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Why can’t you sometimes stop fighting, stop dreaming, stop seeing all the bad… Life is hard, life is a challenge, life might be a nightmare… Dancing is all I can do, dancing is losing my nightmares and change them into dreams. It actually helps me to come through my life. Because, you know, my life pretty sucks, ya know. Lost my mom, dad’s an alcoholic, bills till over my ears, we’re in deep trouble. Well, actually, he is, I am not. I am eighteen and decided to walk away, live my own life ya know? Yeah… sounds easy, but it ain’t easy see? Just fiets my whole life, my friends hate me, thinking I’m a retarded, because I’m dancing. Gilfriend? No, they also think I’m weird… Well, however, there is this one girl, the cutest in the world, the prettiest, sweetest and most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. But, er, she doesn’t like me as far as I know. Well, maybe she sometimes smiles to me, which makes my heart beat faster, my tummy go rollin’… Oh, that’s enough now. Let’s go further with this big boys’ life eh?

Since a few days I’m in big trouble, I lend some money from a friend, although you can’t name it a friend, a street mate which uses to help me, but now I’m in big trouble as I said. Lend about 150 box to pay off my dealer, ya know for the coke and stuff? I know, I know… Drugs are bad and bring you even further in trouble, but there is no replacement for me in those times. Life is hard, breaking peace by peace of me, nobody loves me, I think it’s time now. To leave my dad… Goodbye good old, but I can’t help you further now, you break me even further. Look after yourself, and all the best ya can get…