KartoffelWal

I just had my band concert and it went terribly. Everyone had something to say about my outfit. My section leader made it seem like he hates me. I was having so much anxiety about my solo that I nearly cried. I hit the mean girl in the head with my instrument (accidentally, of course). And, of course, I messed up my solo. During the concert I just wanted to die, to be brutally honest. And of course, you know what my parents say? "Just let it go, it's not that big of a deal." Um, yeah, it kind of is a big deal when you're losing your friends one by one and your favorite class is where people hate you the most. I've even thought about qui

So I’m in class and I’m bored. but I just... I don’t know. If you have noticed, I’ve been writing depressing poetry lately. I don’t think my depression is cured yet. Forget that—I know it isn’t cured. i’m also still dealing with my dissociation. It sucks, and no one’s listening. They pretend to, but they still aren’t listening. Until next time, —Ian ✨