I get it. I’m not even good enough for anyone. Everything I do is wrong. Bye.
Everything will be okay
Every day is a battle just to get out of bed, just to take the next breath, just to keep going.
I feel like everything has been ripped out from me. My motivation has been slowly drifting away. All I have going for me in life now a days is music; that’s all I want to do in my life is play and live for music. And here’s why my motivation is being taken away: -I got second chair in wind ensemble. Every day my band director calls me out in class about how terrible I sound and how...
He's the only thing that keeps me sane and gives...
I shake. I just shake. I shake when I’m cold. I shake when I feel not good enough. I shake when I’m scared. I shake when I feel like its all my fault. I shake when my world is crumbling.
“Just one of those days” turns into weeks…semesters…years…
I hate the images I see when I close my eyes and try to dream.