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i cant afford a piano.
i NEED a piano. i need lessons. theres not even a question about it.
i have to learn to play it in order to do what i want to do.
it kills me that i cant express my mind
maybe its concieted of me to think this, but almost everyday i compose something in my head that i think is really beautiful. i dont like saying the word "compose". i feel like it makes me sound pompous.
but noone will ever hear it. since i am incapable of writing it down or playing it, its lost forever.
at least writers can write and painters can paint, or at least draw or color or something.
but im stupid, and dont even know how to write down a fucking song.
most musicians can hear a note and name it.
i cant, and theres something wrong with that.
maybe im just not as talented as i thought.
i NEED a piano. i need lessons. theres not even a question about it.
i have to learn to play it in order to do what i want to do.
it kills me that i cant express my mind
maybe its concieted of me to think this, but almost everyday i compose something in my head that i think is really beautiful. i dont like saying the word "compose". i feel like it makes me sound pompous.
but noone will ever hear it. since i am incapable of writing it down or playing it, its lost forever.
at least writers can write and painters can paint, or at least draw or color or something.
but im stupid, and dont even know how to write down a fucking song.
most musicians can hear a note and name it.
i cant, and theres something wrong with that.
maybe im just not as talented as i thought.