There's too much inside. I've been valiantly trying to find a way to let it out, but it doesn't seem to be sufficient. My words are inadequate when I speak or write, too much meaning is lost in translation. Music is still new to me and sounds bad coming from my hands. I will practice, of course, I have to. Even if I'm not right now, I'll make myself proud one day. One day.
I don't feel overly discouraged, I just feel tired. There's been a lot to take in lately, and it's not like I usually occupy an empty house to begin with. I don't even feel like writing anymore.
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