i feel like i'm stifled.
yeah yeah, i know. students need to study and strive for better, whether in their clubs, or in other stuff like social matters and familial associations.
doesn't mean i have to like it.
it's been, what, a year and a half since i wrote? well that's a pretty long time in the life of a student.
you'd think it wouldn't be that long, just a year and a half. but for a student, a year and a half is more than a whole school year. it's more than 6 different classes with 6 different midterms and finals. also known as 6 different ways to want to die or cry or both. it's 3 different piano competitions and 4 different violin auditions. it's more that than a quarter of my life in high school.
and what's after high school? college? work? but all this has to be predestined by what occurs in high school. you only ever get as much as you give.
i'm so tired. yeah, i spent my break sleeping and eating and watching tv and relaxing, but i still want to sleep and cry and i don't want to go back to school because that means i need to stop bullshitting my way through everyday and that i need to pull myself together but i don't want to pull myself together because that means i can't make any. more. mistakes.
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Random Bits of My Brain
DiversosI'm just writing down story ideas I got and bits of dialogue that I can't string into a book. Maybe I'll make this into a the journal of a character from a book I write but for the times being, here is some odd thoughts from my brain. Enjoy the sane...
