Day Eight
It's 5:30 in the morning. My usual wake up time, for fucking Sitka. I got... 1 2 3 4.... ONE AND A HALF HOURS OF SLEEP!!
WHY DOES SITKA HATE ME SO!?!?! I just want sleep....
And I have classes today...... ugh.... I'll let you know how it goes later,,..
Lunch Break
Dudes........... I'm so done...... I wanna go home...... sitka hates me...... i was just having the most depressing thoughts in my entire life, during fucking FLUTE MASTERCLASS!! I was thinking about death, how meaningless life is, what I'm going to even fucking DO WITH MY LIFE!! I had to up and leave and start balling in the bathroom!! Let it be said, the girls in my hall think I'm extremely constipated.
.......so yea... bai
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SITKA FINE ARTS CAMP THOUGHTS
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