I’m so disconnected from everyone and everything. I think I’ll just move to an island and live happily ever after. Alone.

I wish things were different between us. I wish I could fix our friendship. I wish I knew what went wrong. I’ve done everything I could’ve done, so I guess all I can do is continue to wait and see if you’ll do anything.

It almost seems like you don’t care anymore, and there’s no solution for that.

I went out for a run today. Except this time it was different. When I turned the corner I saw a man pushing his son in a wheelchair. As I got closer to the man and his son, I noticed that the boy in the wheelchair didn’t have legs. I slowed down to a walk and smiled and said hello to them. The man smiled back and said hello, but the boy just covered his face and looked down. I could tell the boy was pretty young, maybe 10? It just broke my heart to see the boy looking miserable. I wish I could’ve done something, anything, to make that boy have a slightly better day.

After I passed by, I realized how I take advantage of the smallest things. Here I am complaining about stupid things, while that boy will never have the opportunity to walk again. Maybe he won’t even feel happiness for a while. I truly hope I see them sometime again. I don’t know what I’d do… but I guess I have some time to think about it.

I’m always the one trying to work around your schedule, how come you can’t even make an effort to try to work around mine? I’m not saying that everything has to circle around me, goodness no, but we are a group. Can’t you at least try to put in a little bit of effort? Maybe it’s because this has been a horrible week, but I’m just getting more and more irritated with your excuses. I totally understand you have other priorities, but that doesn’t mean you can just dump this whole project on me.

This whole week has just really sucked and my tolerance for the stupid people at school is just getting lower. Maybe I just don’t work well with other people because I’m so pessimistic.

Well I guess I’m going to fail as a scientist/doctor/whatever I become in the future.

The more I think about what to say to you, the more creepy it seems. I guess I just have the ability to make anything I say extremely creepy and weird and awkward.

And this is why I’m a totally awkward anti-social weirdo who doesn’t know how to communicate with people.

Today in English we were debating whether or not the art programs should be cut. Pretty much everyone in the class automatically responded with a no, except for one person. A lot of people shared their love of music and art, how they came about to love music, etc.

Then you come along and have the nerve to say that we should cut the art programs in high school. Do you not realize how many students in that class are in one of the art programs at Vanden? How dare you say that we should cut the art programs so that we can focus on academics and our careers. Maybe some people want to make art their career.

You simply don’t know what it’s like to be passionate about something. Sure you like aca deca and you work hard to get good grades. Good for you. School isn’t all about getting good grades. And honestly, I feel sorry for you. I’m sorry that you don’t know what it’s like to have a passion and to love what you’re doing. I’m sorry that you only see school as getting good grades, because it’s actually so much more.

Just thinking about it, us band and art kids are really lucky. We have something to look forward to, an outlet to express ourselves, and most importantly… something that we love doing. So I’m not angry or offended that you made an extremely ignorant comment. I just simply wish you the best of luck in finding something that you can have a passion for.

I’m sorry everything is jumbled up. My thoughts are just flying everywhere.

Winter season is over, and it probably won’t hit me until tomorrow when I’m going to marching band and not drumline. Yesterday was beyond amazing. Champs was what we worked so hard for for months. This whole season just flew by so quickly.

After awards when everyone was crying I wasn’t crying because it just didn’t hit me that this was the final competition of the season and the last competition for the seniors. This season has certainly has had its ups and downs, but I couldn’t have asked for anything better.