There's this pit in my stomach.
I try to fill it with food, but then I feel fat. I try to fill it with love, but I have commitment issues. It's like someone's scraping out my stomach with a spoon.
You didn't get an award at your band concert today.
We knew I wasn't going to. We told everybody that.
But deep down you hoped. You practiced so much. You were there everyday.
Not recently, though.
You've been focusing on school.
I'll work harder next time.
You've already worked the hardest you can, and your best wasn't good enough for her.
She has a lot of students to pick from, though. Plus, I can't be mad at her. She's my favorite teacher.
Burn. Watch them burn.
