Tonight is going just exactly how Sunday nights have gone for me for the last two years. I know perfectly well that I have two assignments due tomorrow (neither of which have I started), I have a piano piece to learn for Tuesday (Pachelbel's Canon, Sixth Grade, just in case anyone is desperate to know), Malika's part of Lakme's Flower Duet to memorise and my classical singing diploma coming up sometime soon. My room's a mess, I haven't done any homework for weeks, my eyes feel as though they're about to drop out of their sockets with fatigue. I'm so incredibly screwed.
And yet I'm sitting here writing a blog that no-one will read. This is what my life has been reduced to.
ANYWAY, I need to rant about something in this paragraph (I've decided I might as well let off my steam somewhere in cyberspace rather than constantly whingeing to my friends and family members) and my first topic will be rejection.
Rejection makes me feel like this.
- Worthless
- Unloved
- Betrayed
- Ridiculed
- Manically depressive
- Lonely
- And just plain miserable.
And yet my career choice means that after school I will be constantly feeling like this. I don't ask myself if its worth it because I'm certain that it is. But then maybe if I did ask myself, I wouldn't be so sure.
You know having people know isn't so bad. It makes them feel like they're closer to you, or actually in your life - even if you barely see them. Kind of like how you can fall in love with a fictional character from a novel.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think the blog writing becomes more effortless when you know you have an audience. Because you word it differently to say, how you would word a diary. Does that make sense??
And you will never be rejected by me by the way. Love you too much.
xx Dannie.
P.S. It will be worth it.
cool blog.
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