Breaking Down
I feel like every day I'm breaking down. Or like I'm a wind up ballerina that's been forced to dance for nearly two years straight and now I'm getting slower and slower. I feel like one day I'm going to wake up and not be able to move.
After my lesson, I got home and went to sleep. Now I just woke up (only because my parents came home from dinner) and I have to finish my chem lab as well as write what is going to be the worst essay I've ever written. I have no motivation to do this. TOK doesn't deserve any of the dying energy I have to give. My oboe does, and it's not getting any attention most likely because IB is a controlling, possessive, jealous character. But then again, that's what the world seems to be about - people who deserve things are never the ones to get them.