Music is my life. School isn't. I'm going to school for music, but I realize that they are two different things. I'm not fallowing my dream, I'm falling into a trap. Someone help me get out of this. I can't do it myself. I'm failing because my heart isn't into this. It makes me realize that this isn't important. The school I mean. The work. It's all just a waste. I'm still in love. And this broken heart is going to die with that. I don't feel right. I don't feel like I'm in charge of my life right now. I have no time. No time for me. No time to think and figure out things. I just keep going. Life isn't great when everyday seems the same.
What is time?
the unit used to measure this continuing pain
imsorryforyourlossihopeyouredoingok.
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