So...
Today is day two of this festival held somewhere in my country, and most members of the IMTC (a theatre group in my school that I am a part of) were able to go. Although, there were some of us who were left at home.
I was one of them.
If it weren't for violin classes, I would have been able to go to the festival with my friends in the theatre company.
I'm not saying that I hate violin, it's my passion to play it. But today, it just saddened me.
I was looking forward to watching plays and performances by groups from all around my country with friends and others, yet here I am, writing a silly Wattpad chapter in this random book.
Though I am not that sad, I was able to attend the workshop yesterday which I did enjoy, but I feel like watching spectacles created by fellow countrymen would have been more exciting, and perhaps less stressful.
And I'll be honest, when they (my classmates whom are part of the IMTC) sent pictures of when they were there today, it made me cry.
Of happiness, but mostly sadness.
Because I was happy they enjoyed their time there, but I was sad because they enjoyed without me.
It made me question my worth, but then that's quite immature of me, isn't it?
It's not wrong for them to enjoy their lives without one or two people absent.
Feeling these made my tears hurt like hell.
They stung my eyes for some reason, but I don't know why.
And so, I cried and cried and cried...
Until no more tears could be let out.
:)
(And Yes, I edited that up there hehe)
