distracted and sharp

I was dancing in the evening, but then I ended the night in tears. I thought the tears were the exception, but now I'm pretty sure it was the dancing that was the anomaly. It was that sort of day. I spent it attracting displeasure and dragging my mind through mud puddles. The break to have dinner with my parents and delightfully dig into a dusty box of 1000 puzzle pieces--that was the exception to the rest of my day. I was dancing in the driver's seat on the way home and then I was... reverting, I guess, back to the state I'd been in at the start of the day. Falling into the norms of being distracted and sharp. I guess I can break hearts that way. I guess I'm never going to be ____.