every single day is so depressing.
i just go to school, hoping that i'll have a decent day and not feel like i'm being crushed under somebody's feet. then i end up spending most of the day waiting to come home, so that i can try to clear that stack of work and PTs, when it just gets higher day by day. next i have to practice piano for that bloody freaking idiotic exam so that i won't be wasting my mom's money and the examiner's time by failing then i have to retake. then when i go for choir, i just keep getting reminded of how horrible my voice is after this bout of sore throat/cough. when i go to sleep i just hope that tomorrow might be better when actually; what's the difference.
what's the whole point i don't even know.
what am i hoping for.
this is what i get when i allow myself to believe.
July 22, 2009