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My lord, all the wonderful things that you can do at this hour!
Well, in my case, I am limited to lying in my bed, listening to all my Beatles albums, typing and thinking about how I wasted a perfectly good Saturday night.
*SPOILARZ!!!!!11!!1! She's going to start whining!*
I have just been overwhelmed with feelings of inadequacy lately... I haven't even had the desire to practice my viola, even the simplest song, or do homework, or write... and, of course, this little spurt of depression has to happen the day after I go see my therapist and report that I had a good week.
I've had a simply horrid case of writer's block for nearly a month now, with no signs of letting up. I can't add anymore to this little piece of Who fan fiction, which really upset me; I had a great thing going with it. And the viola...
I blew an audition really badly, about two months ago, and since then I've gotten rather depressed about my playing in general. Also, my teacher has confirmed that he will be moving to New York to be with his lover, but I am left bereft. I don't know what I will do without him guiding me through the maze of auditions, and deciding what want to do with my life.
And now I lose my coherency. It is at this point, dear reader, that I must be leaving you.
Well, in my case, I am limited to lying in my bed, listening to all my Beatles albums, typing and thinking about how I wasted a perfectly good Saturday night.
*SPOILARZ!!!!!11!!1! She's going to start whining!*
I have just been overwhelmed with feelings of inadequacy lately... I haven't even had the desire to practice my viola, even the simplest song, or do homework, or write... and, of course, this little spurt of depression has to happen the day after I go see my therapist and report that I had a good week.
I've had a simply horrid case of writer's block for nearly a month now, with no signs of letting up. I can't add anymore to this little piece of Who fan fiction, which really upset me; I had a great thing going with it. And the viola...
I blew an audition really badly, about two months ago, and since then I've gotten rather depressed about my playing in general. Also, my teacher has confirmed that he will be moving to New York to be with his lover, but I am left bereft. I don't know what I will do without him guiding me through the maze of auditions, and deciding what want to do with my life.
And now I lose my coherency. It is at this point, dear reader, that I must be leaving you.