I have been playing tuba since sixth grade. I used to be competitive, but ever since I began high school, I lost my passion due to the pressures of growing up and meeting my parents' expectations. I used to love playing my instrument, but now I dread the back pain that follows rehearsals. When did playing music become so tiring and stressful? Where did all those fun times laughing about music puns during rehearsal go?
Everyone says I should just grow up. It's time to stop fooling around. Stop acting so childish. Is it bad that I want to hold on to my youth for as long as possible? I'm not ready to grow up. School didn't prepare me enough for the real world, the adult world. I thought I'd have more time, but I guess not. My clock is ticking, and I have nowhere to run.
No more time to fantasize.
No more passion left to fuel.
No more dreams.
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Save Me Before I Fall
Non-FictionSave me. I need your love before I fall. I'm scared. I'm lonely. I hear so many voices telling me to be someone I'm not. Don't I deserve to be heard? Why don't my opinions matter? I'm suffocating. I'm drowning. Do you see me? Do you hear me? Will...
