Yes, the fates have conspired to destroy me.
This whole past weekend has bee fucked.
And my utter failure during my recital performance coupled with the normal feelings of inadequacy during a choir performance..... oh shit.
I need someone to talk to that makes me happy afterwards. The usual person won't do, and my other shoulder to cry on just made me feel worse.
Yes, I'm falling farther and farther away from a possible zenith.
It's bad enough that, at 4:00am in the morning, dad comes downstairs to watch a baseball game he taped. Mom comes down soon after. In order to get any sleep afterwards, had to put on my headphones and put the music to its loudest.
And when the DiamondBacks won the World Series earlier tonight... I made the mistake of trying to get some sleep in the same room as my dad while he watched the game.
My ears are still ringing from all the yelling.
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