You're so unreal, plastic, and a real pain in the neck! First me, then my career, and now my interest? What's next? My whole life?
You're always telling me that dancing is so unimportant and will not contribute anything to my future. But in the faces of others, you're always bragging and telling them that I'm the best and always making me do some stunts so your friends can see it.
Now you're putting all the blame on me? I broke the computer, I'm so lazy, I don't contribute to anything. Maybe next time, you can blame me for global warming and world economic problem.
You're more on words, not in action. You think you're not addicted but you're more addicted than me. You think I'm lazy, but you don't even get tired and exhausted, not unlike me, I dance to my last breath. You're not cool, you're just recognize because you're talkative. I'm popular because of my talent and my personality.
Get a life!
