Gahrrrrrrrrrr.

My vision's going a bit red right now, so forgive me for any spelling errors. I'm blinded by rage. I'm literally shaking. Though, I suppose, rage isn't all of it. There's also horrible depression, and a vague sense of disappointment. As they say, the higher you are, the harder you fall. And I was pretty friggin' high today! So, of course, everything has to start sucking.

So I'm having a great day. Even better than last week. Lotsa fun, even though almost all of my friends were gone all day, performing for the elementary kids. I go to the school play. It completely sucks, but I still enjoy the experience.

Then I'm forced to talk to an individual who shall remain unnamed, when I really really didn't want to. He frightens me. Literally.

I'm told that I can't go to the drama cast party, even though I've been to more cast parties than many of the actual members.

I FORGET MY TRUMPET AT SCHOOL AND AM NOW FORCED TO USE ALEX'S.

I stew over the fact that as I'm here at home, everyone else is partying.

Plus, there's all the normal problems that I try to ignore. Like having to forfeit a scholarship because there's no pit band anymore.

I am at a very, very low point now. There's nothing more depressing than being separated from the people closest to you, especially if it's by someone who's supposed to be even closer.

.....

Give me a minute to collect myself.

.....


Maybe my feelings are unreasonable. I don't care. Everyone's entitled to be angry once in a while, and it's my turn.

That stupid jerk.