June 29, 2010


Originally uploaded by h.koppdelaney.

I can't feed the delusions anymore. I feel like most people's sense of self worth is disgustingly bloated. You think you can just have my respect? Maybe a few years ago, maybe then I might have given you the benefit of the doubt, but not now.

I feel as though I've regressed. I don't feel like I can play my instrument, I don't feel like I can make it sound good or even close to where I would feel comfortable playing in public. I know I've improved but it's not enough. It's not enough and if you give me some bleeding heart platitude about how I'm probably being too harsh on myself I swear I'll break your face.

Why the fuck do people say that? You have to be that hard on yourself or you'll just coast and never make any improvement. Maybe you think only the super talented should succeed and you're reinforcing your belief by quitting before you try too hard.

I feel like I'm fighting my way up from bottom of the class towards an impossible goal and all I want is to play in a good orchestra and be paid moderately well for it. And I am, realistically, doing just that. There are so many amazing talents just breezing past me, and it's both inspiring and deadening. I try so fucking hard. I try and I try and I still feel like I sound like shit.

Ah fuck it. Sleep.

May 19, 2010

An exercise in backwards thinking


Originally Uploaded by rodders

Sometimes I just want to curl up and cry for hours. Sadly I'm no longer young enough to be able to stop thinking of the time I'm wasting whilst I'm doing this. At least when I was younger I didn't know why I felt weird and torn apart and lonely all the time.

I can't have some mild, sweet, average person because that mild sweet average person will be afraid of me and will do stupid, idiotic things because of this. The truth is I don't want to be with some mild, sweet, average person because they can't offer me anything other than disappointment.

I sure hate being lonely, though.

I hate even my own thought processes right now.

Whatever. I made reeds. Tomorrow we start again.

April 21, 2010

whatEver

well, Fuck that.

FUCK that. fuck it. fuckity. fuck.

fuck.

Oh well. I wasn't going to sleep anyways, and I suppose this will increase my likelihood of sleeping better in the near future. Fucking hell, who'd I think I was kidding? I can't be dishonest to save my life.

Fuckitalltohell.

In a HANDBASKET goddamnit.