Music is my expression. • I want to cry.

I want to cry.

But I won’t. And it’s not because of boy problems or being lonely or unrequited love, it’s because of life.
I hate being poor, being in debt, not having enough money to get by. It causes me so much stress.
On a related note, if there’s one thing I’m going to regret in life, it’s that I didn’t march more. I made bluestars, I made rhythm x, I just couldn’t afford to march and that hurts my soul. I miss it so much.
Lighter note: My indoor group I teach is getting promoted up a class this weekend! There’s going to be a big ceremony. I’m so proud!
I’m tired, poor, out of shape, etc. I want summer. Sunshine. Stars. Shorts. Marching Band. Just more time outside.
I’m back to the mood/mentality that relationships aren’t worth the stress, drama, complication, time consumption. I like this mentality. I like spending time with friends and not dealing with drama.