I have a headache.
I feel like I have an ulcer.
I'm tired at an inappropriate hour.
I'm mad because I'm having job difficulties.
I hate listening to people's relationships. And seeing them.
I don't want one anymore. I'm a recluse.
I feel like shouting "DAMN ALL YOUR NAUSEATING RELATIONSHIPS!! There are more important things!! You sicken me!!" from the mountaintops.
Like yesterday, my friend started talking to some guy who ignored me (of course), and they talked for like half an hour while I waited for him to leave already so we could go back inside and practise.
I felt like telling them, "don't you have ANY manners at all?? What's wrong with you?? I don't know WHO you are gossiping about, and I don't know if you remember but we were in the middle of something. So get the fuck out, little boy who is too good to acknowledge me."
Am I the only musician who would rather practise than chatter?
I can't go to college like this. All antisocial. I'm falling apart.
I already fell apart.