Wow, my own private journal.

Dec 05, 2005 23:11

I guess nobody I know comes here anymore.

I'm going to be honest here. I'm sick of this world. I really am. Only a few people in this entire world treat me like I should be. and they don't even know the true me. I wish I could be more like everyone else. I don't mean in opinions, I mean in other ways. I like my unique opinions. but otherwise I'm just a freak. and it's really bothering me.

I've resorted to music... which I have to say despite the fact that I can't play instruments perfectly like so many other people I know, I have a true passion for music. It is beyond normal, it's wierd to say that, but I can just feel it. It's not like those other people just listening to the radio's new bands and saying "Oh yeah, music is so my life!" I know a lot about music then they will ever know. and the bassoon, that is something special to me for a reason... It fits my mood. Ever heard the high register? Yeah, it's somewhat depressing and haunting. I love it... I don't know how to say it, but I really do. That is one of the many reasons that drives me to play this instrument so bad. and perhaps bassoon is MY instrument. The trumpet is not it at all, and the clarinet, even though I love it, I just don't think it's the instrument I can love the most... Guitar, no. I can't even stand the thing. I do honestly believe it is the bassoon. There's no other instrument I've been able to connect with like this.

It's interesting, but I believe I also know the reason I'm here, and why I'm here with such a terrible mental pain: Music.

Maybe I'm important. I don't know. but all I know is I possess a strangely profound love for music.
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