When’s it gonna end?
I’m so sad and pissed about Regionals.
Track never works out.
Everything that can go wrong, always goes wrong.
Ou est toi?
I’m so fucking tired. I feel dead inside. How do they expect us to do everything? I physically and mentally cannot do it anymore. It’s insane! My hairs are going grey and I can’t stop rubbing my hands together.
I’m going crazy. I’m just sagging under the weight. And next year…
In practice today I found myself wishing that I would just keel over and die. I wouldn’t be stressed. I wouldn’t be worried. I’d be gone.
(Source: sirmitchell, via breakdownopendoors)
Thanks, Lucia, you’re a cool cat :)