AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Hi welcome, come sit down and lets chat in this dark room full of dead bodies and ghost. If you want to stay and listen to my WONDERFUL AND LOVLY LIFE then please do. I'm lonely
My lips hurt from rigging it out on my french horn and it fucking sucks. I've been playing for what feels like weeks and now I have no lips, or at least they are bruised enough you cant see them lol. And the stress from the band I'm going to plus the stress of overthinking about my relationship with my crush is not doing well with my mental health. I'm like... 11? So you might be thinking I would have nothing to worry about, right? You're WRONG. Ha, you silly fool. After my band rehearsals I have to stay with a disabled, hard of hearing, toothless, poor sighted, crybaby, man child know as my dad in a small place for more than 4 hours.
Of course, I know when things are wrong and when things are right in my life because of certain events that made me wiser. Even if I don't know whats wrong, my vision will eventually clear up when stuff happens, no big deal! Anyways... uhhhhhhh. yep
Tomorrow is THE BIG DAY where me and the band will have to play in front of maybe a little bit less than 100 people, depending if my dad will show up and wont pull a half ass excuse on why he cant come just so he can go back home and smoke weed (it's legal tho). You know what he made me do today? He made me ride a Lyft. HE MADE AN 11 YEAR OLD RIDE A FUCKING LYFT. And then the fucking lyft driver dropped me off in the wrong place so I as fucking lost outside in the desert heat at 112*F (43*C) for 10 full minutes before I saw other kids going the right direction. Unbelievable. These are so first world problems smh. I shouldn't be saying these things about my dad though, I was raised to respect everyone unless they are an asshole to you first. He abused me for 6 years of my life... I don't really care anymore. I taught myself a lot of things lol. But hey! at least I'm not some workshop chinese child getting no pay by making shoes and getting whipped by Kim Jung Un.
Anyways, Ima stop writing so I can have more drama for you fellow kids tomorrow, and it's gonna be about my crush ooooooooo spoopy amiright?
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