lalala.thoughts
I miss spinning.
I want to perform again, but the show for the middle school is just not gonna happen.
I refuse. Last season has been laid down to rest...
despite the somewhat unsatisfying end.
Well, at least my last marching season ended phenomenally.
I will go for Opus, no doubt.
I haven't played piano in like a month.
I feel unworthy of it or something, like I've abandoned it and now I must suck,
so I should let it be... and not taint such a beautiful instrument with my apathy and imperfection.
That reasoning makes no sense.
IB exams are frighteningly soon.
I graduate in a matter of weeks.
I will never be in high school ever again...
not with these people, in our current states of being and stages of our lives in this exact world.
Never again. It all becomes history.
Tick tock.
Stuff is strange...
I want to perform again, but the show for the middle school is just not gonna happen.
I refuse. Last season has been laid down to rest...
despite the somewhat unsatisfying end.
Well, at least my last marching season ended phenomenally.
I will go for Opus, no doubt.
I haven't played piano in like a month.
I feel unworthy of it or something, like I've abandoned it and now I must suck,
so I should let it be... and not taint such a beautiful instrument with my apathy and imperfection.
That reasoning makes no sense.
IB exams are frighteningly soon.
I graduate in a matter of weeks.
I will never be in high school ever again...
not with these people, in our current states of being and stages of our lives in this exact world.
Never again. It all becomes history.
Tick tock.
Stuff is strange...