Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating
Profile This blog is only kept for memories sake. I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Monday, May 21, 2007 Sectionals in band today was HORRIBLE. Im SICK and FED-UP of teaching anybody, everybody. Why issit that EVERYONE think that i LOVE teaching people? Hey seriously, i dont. I DESPITE teaching people. Course they wont appreciate and give a damn. and they'll just forget whatever i taught and i hafta REPEAT myself again! URGH. Wont you feel MAD when you hafta repeat yourself (not for once) but OVER and OVER AGAIN!? And you know what? I only teach ONE line for the scores for TWO days. ONE LINE. WTH. Im pissed. But im NOT gonna give up on my section. and THAT'S a promise. Frenchhorn section was a good section. And im gonna make it to a, is . :j hang in there jingyi, you CAN make it.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay