Meditation on memories and passion surrounding dance

I am going to use this medium to show my online journal. It concerns me rereading it. I wrote it over the course of my junior year, and looking back as an almost gone senior I am scared for my past self. The self awareness blinded me to my now obvious depression, apparent in the words from the next few entries. I wish the lights had not been pinched out, that I had not given all I had, that there was a single drop of me left to savor. Please heed this warning.