I put all my dance clothes in one of that containers for the recycling of fabrics. Once in there you cannot get them back anymore. I have been standing in front of the container long time. I didn't know what to think. Where just t-shiirts and pants and socks full of holes. All my holes. Each one with a story, with lots of sweat and love. It sounds so damn pathetic. I'm so damn pathetic. I cannot believe this is really happening. I have to move on. Move on Andrea. Move on.