My Depression Stories

*sigh*

Life can be over-bearing, and it often is. My passions are so-called unimportant, even though many people share them. Music is an art, all kinds; classical and jazz are included in that.

I give up many attempts at a normal life for an education, and then I'm shit on for my commitment. I don't have a social life, and am told that that's all I seem to care about. I'm sorry, but correct me if I'm wrong when I say "if you don't know me, you don't know me."

Apparently, that blatantly right sentence is incorrect. As unfortunately even though all people are unique, we are all carbon copies according to society. I don't have similar values to people my age.

I don't have a social life, I only have 2 real friends; and I rarely talk to them. I'm a hardcore nerd, and hardcore musician. 3 instruments, and later there will be more. My family is poor and I need a full-ride scholarship to go to college. All I've ever cared about was my future, and that's a fact. My goals and expectations of myself are higher than anyone I know, and I love that.

Don't fucking tell me I don't care about my future! It's all I've ever cared about, and its preparation is all I know!

Music is my only form of creativity, and can be used to gain a scholarship. I don't care if you don't know me, do not compare me to my peers. I'm nothing like the vast majority of them.

Thank you, this is a rant. I couldn't breath when a teacher told me I didn't care about education. It's really important to me, and she's really stupid.