EPIC FAILURE OF THE LIFETIME
im not gonna hear you out omg, my family just compared me with the arse of a neighbour and said i played as badly as him. like wah?! im pissed. really pissed. im not touching the piano today. forget about it man. sucker, have they ever notice the fact that the neighbours haven come to comment on my playing is because you dun talk to them? seriously, fine. Soooo its as bad, whatever, its not like i want to 'conquer the piano' like my neighbour has so loudly announced over their front yard. o gosh.
and they commented on my playing at church. too soft, too slow. Seriously, they kep yapping over at home that it was too LOUD and too FAST. like EVERY other pianist, we take constructive comments into full consideration, but harh? you want me to at that particular spot, when my hands are cold, freak out to the maximum to change WHATEVER that you told me? tell me only a genius can do that. mort de rire. im so pissed i can just stop playing. i will. dun worry, then you would never need to hear my awful playing ever again, if you are so happy with our neighbour's, go ahead, no one's placing the knife at your artery. I play for myself, i feel the music coarsing through, not you. i hear it calling me to another dimension, and i'll gladly do so, so there. no more me, no more of my music- oops noise. im sure we can also put a white flag up in front of our house.
my music has done well when it was here, comforted me like no other, sang me lullabies when i was sad, took my anger and sadness and betrayal away. Took my emotions my soul my heart away. o well i shouldnt be missing any of it
i hate it when you carn do that well or rather never done it and you assume its simple and to the point, well its not. my music is not. im sorry that wasnt the case for you. im upset and in a wrath. im disgusted and insulted and hurt. and i carn go to the piano. mort de rire.
dying angel
waiting music from the heavens