oh my fucken god. i hate even handle this anymore.
i can't wait til next year.

i fucken hate living here. i came to a realization last week right when i finished my painting that it really is like what i'm feeling right now. i never really intended to do that. but it just... happened. i guess that is pretty interesting, like if u analyze it in a psychological way.

argh. but a painting can't change anything, so whatever.

i'm so depressed. fuck. like, ever since last year, i've been generally depressed. and thanks to this yr's mus. therapy auditions, bad lessons, bad classes, terrible times, asshole guys, and all the drama in my house, it's just a bit too much.

i can't fucken play my goddamn instrument and it's pissing me off!!! argh and i know i'm not getting in mus. therapy. fuck. NOT looking forward to next week. NOT.
fucken exams.
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omg... carmen's baking me cookies during reading week. yiay!