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 Yes, I went dancing on Saturday and I really enjoyed it. I learned new steps and how to move as a couple. Dancing alone is not the same as dancing with a partner. As a couple, you have to be in sync. But the truth is that dance is a sublime artistic expression. You can express and channel with your body what your soul feels, you can release...

 Últimamente he sentido la necesidad de bailar, pero me gustaría hacerlo bien, para ello debo aprender. Me encantaría tomar clases de baile y fluir como el viento. Lo siento en las venas, esa necesidad de bailar y bailar hasta el cansancio, que rico!

 Dernièrement, j'ai réalisé que j'aime davantage être seule, être avec beaucoup de gens n'est pas vraiment ce que j'aime. Prendre le bus ou le métro, avec autant de monde sur soi, être dans un espace fermé avec beaucoup de monde, ce n'est pas mon truc, c'est harcelant et on sent l'énergie des gens. C'est écrasant, c'est pourquoi j'aime davantage travailler à domicile, j'évite les déplacements domicile-travail et j'ai plus de temps pour me reposer et être plus productif.

 Today was a day where, as always, I find myself with the same old problem, emotional dependence, and even though I know that this person doesn't do me any good, nor is he the one who deserves me, I'm still there as if I were begging for a little of his affection, something that he will never give me. And I've been repeating the same pattern for a long time, and it's exhausting to have to face the same thing over and over again, apart from being painful because I know he's not the right person, but in my eagerness to not be alone, I run after him in search of a little of his attention, as if I didn't deserve more and better, as if I didn't deserve a person who sees how valuable I am, of course, first I have to do it for myself so that someone else can appreciate it, but sometimes it's so difficult and even more so having him as a "patch" plan as they say here, sometimes that's cool, and sometimes it's not. Today he told me that we could...

 (Después de enterarme que leyeron mis escritos echos a mano, menos ganas me quedan de volver a plasmar mis ideas en un cuaderno o algo similiar, se supone que deberían ser confidenciales, pero en este caso he decidido hacerlo diferente, no sé si a alguien le sirva lo que escribo, y también lo utilizo para desahogarme porque lo necesito). Hace poco conocí a un hombre por redes, pero sólo quería sexo, es absurdo tanta superficialidad. Solo debo concentrarme en mí y mis hijos. Hoy hablé con ellos y al niño lo noté triste, y la profesora m econtó que se había orinado en los pantalones, y que no había avisado, espero que no se vuelva a repetir. (Por lo que veo, sigo repitiendo la historia...)

 This is the exact moment when you feel like you're no good at anything. Because you simply can't do anything, and work isn't like it used to be, it's changed. You even realize that any of the other jobs are also... complicated to get and keep. Do you feel so incapable and incompetent? You know there's something you're not doing right. I don't know how much I can resist. But I do know that this is going to take a while, and that I'll have to go for a plan B, there's no other option, and leave this job as another option, not the definitive one, but one of many, there's no other option. This moment when I don't find myself and I feel alone, and I know that I am, which is the worst of all, knowing it.