This Scene Is Dead But I'm Still Restless...

So the last thing I talked about was my bad day.

I've had several other bad days since then, but nothing like that. I tried going to school once this past week but that didn't turn out so well. However, I'm going to school on Monday! Period!

Frankly, I'm exhausted. I'm tiiiired and sometimes I feel like giving up and just becoming a hermit in my basement. Actually, being a hermit in my basement doesn't sound too bad. ...Anyway...

I was thinking about this crap and life in general when I decided I can't give up. Not only would that be a surefire way to keep my anxiety close beside me at all times, but it would be royally selfish. Do you realize how many people I can relate to? Do you realize that since I can relate to people, I can help them (if they'll let me)? That's a freakin' lot of people. People whose lives might be changed because of a little help from someone who has already been through the same crap. So I can't give up and become a hermit. I've got stuff to do.

Plus, this can't last forever.

...Right?...

Anyhoozle. Moral of the story: I'm not becoming a hermit in my basement even if the idea is sounding increasingly good.

Next order of business: I have written a song. I have written a beautiful song that I wish to share with the world. :)

I wrote this song like, four years ago? God, a lot of things happened when I was twelve, which is beside the point. This song is about a girl who is attempting suicide. (She doesn't actually kill herself - someone finds her and saves her.) It hints at her past, which is rocky and difficult. "Once Upon a Feeling" is an emotional song that I <3 to play on the piano.

Here is a link to me playing the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGVqVlq1TZQ

There's a version of the song on my YouTube that is the computer playing the song, but I think I do it better, even if the sound quality is kinda crappy.

Another subject change!

Just a random passing thought, but when I write my blog, I don't edit myself. I write out a commentary of what is going on in my head. I write like I'm talking to someone, even if that person doesn't feel like responding to anything I say, therefore making our conversation into a monologue.

If I were to write like how I write instead of how I think, I feel that the blog would lack a certain pizazz that I think it somewhat has now.

It is now 8:56 and I am getting very sleepy. I think I shall go like, sleep or something. Maybe I'll curl up and play video games. I dunno. But I'm getting off the computer.

<3