MoveAlong
December 10th, 2010, 12:56 AM
I don't blame anyone for seeing this as another little rant from a kid, because it really is. I feel like what I have to say is insignificant - and downright pitiful. But it's what I'm feeling right now. And it's that chance that someone will say something that will help or me learning a way to deal with things that's making me write this.
The reason I think my troubles are pitiful is because I don't have anything like rape, or abuse, or money, or family problems going on.
I'm a high school senior. I want to go to college for music, and I haven't applied to one college or applied for a scholarship. I got a D in a junior English class last year so I retook it this year and I'm probably going to make the same grade or fail. I'm probably going to make a C in government even though I've gotten an A on all of the tests - I haven't done any projects or essays.
Why? Why am I making scholarships and colleges harder for me? This is the foundation of my life and I'm really fucking it up. Based on the foundation I find it hard to recall ways that life is worth living - just imagine how things are going to be in adult life.
Why do my grades tell people that I'm stupid?
I have tonight to finish three essays for English, one for government and some worksheets. It's 11PM.
Buuut, I'm a performer. Tonight I had a performance with a group, but I had a solo completely by myself. Worst performance I have ever given. I'm sick, and I forgot all of the words and I had to improvise. I'm really ashamed but also embarrassed. This was all in front of musicians from other schools.
Best part is? Have to do it all over again tomorrow night - the event repeats. And I've got all this work to do. My voice is almost gone from a sickness I thought was over.
Tomorrow I have that concert and one in the middle of the day. That makes for 4 major concerts in two days.
My mom keeps reminding me of how I don't have a job. How many times do I have to hear it? I know you have something better to do than to ridicule me liberally. You make me feel bad about myself. In a way that makes me tense up - and it hurts.
I've put things off and because of my actions, I've dug a hole for myself. I don't think there's a way out - I just suck. And my mom puts so much pressure in her voice that I feel like I'm holding my breath when I talk to her. It sucks that she's right about most of the things, too.
I just really hate myself and the way I do things and I really wish I could just rest, and sleep, and enjoy. And I think life'll get harder - with that thought I wish I had a gun in hand. I have a feeling life will get better, but I mirror that feeling with an opinion that it's fool's talk. I just wish life WOULD get better. For more than a few days. For months.
I imagine death to be peaceful. Restful. Comfortable. Like sleep. Like dreams. At this point I know that thinking of death is juvenile - I'm just being dramatic - and wallowing in your sorrow is naive. Well, I WANT to wallow. And I want the pressure and all of the bad things to end.
The reason I think my troubles are pitiful is because I don't have anything like rape, or abuse, or money, or family problems going on.
I'm a high school senior. I want to go to college for music, and I haven't applied to one college or applied for a scholarship. I got a D in a junior English class last year so I retook it this year and I'm probably going to make the same grade or fail. I'm probably going to make a C in government even though I've gotten an A on all of the tests - I haven't done any projects or essays.
Why? Why am I making scholarships and colleges harder for me? This is the foundation of my life and I'm really fucking it up. Based on the foundation I find it hard to recall ways that life is worth living - just imagine how things are going to be in adult life.
Why do my grades tell people that I'm stupid?
I have tonight to finish three essays for English, one for government and some worksheets. It's 11PM.
Buuut, I'm a performer. Tonight I had a performance with a group, but I had a solo completely by myself. Worst performance I have ever given. I'm sick, and I forgot all of the words and I had to improvise. I'm really ashamed but also embarrassed. This was all in front of musicians from other schools.
Best part is? Have to do it all over again tomorrow night - the event repeats. And I've got all this work to do. My voice is almost gone from a sickness I thought was over.
Tomorrow I have that concert and one in the middle of the day. That makes for 4 major concerts in two days.
My mom keeps reminding me of how I don't have a job. How many times do I have to hear it? I know you have something better to do than to ridicule me liberally. You make me feel bad about myself. In a way that makes me tense up - and it hurts.
I've put things off and because of my actions, I've dug a hole for myself. I don't think there's a way out - I just suck. And my mom puts so much pressure in her voice that I feel like I'm holding my breath when I talk to her. It sucks that she's right about most of the things, too.
I just really hate myself and the way I do things and I really wish I could just rest, and sleep, and enjoy. And I think life'll get harder - with that thought I wish I had a gun in hand. I have a feeling life will get better, but I mirror that feeling with an opinion that it's fool's talk. I just wish life WOULD get better. For more than a few days. For months.
I imagine death to be peaceful. Restful. Comfortable. Like sleep. Like dreams. At this point I know that thinking of death is juvenile - I'm just being dramatic - and wallowing in your sorrow is naive. Well, I WANT to wallow. And I want the pressure and all of the bad things to end.