Can't wait for the holiday season to be over. Tired of family pretending to be nice to one another, more tired of playing trivial carols on the piano for out-of-key sing-alongs. Once the new year hits, I'll drink this year into the past and somehow gather the will to subject myself to the coming semester.
I'd much rather be working on my own compositions than "perfecting" my performance technique. Never needed to perfect it before. Every time my fingers hit the keys, I feel my soul draining. Piano sounds out of tune but it's not, house is starting to smell like a cigarette factory.
Will someone save my life by falling in love with me?