Fuck, I'm pissed already. I'm not going to that concert, nor will I do this fucking term paper.

Obviously, I'm pissed as who-knows-when, so I'm crying my heart out at the moment in depression, agony, and whatever other crap falls under those categories.

Sure, I may be over-reacting, but I could give a shit less.

Nobody reads this blog of mine, anyway.

NOBODY!

I hate this life, I hate promises, 'cause what's been drilling into my head now is the BARE FACT that they're meant to be broken! I'm pissed at the fact that Beryll can't go to the concert. I'd rather fail in both Geometry HONORS and Band, 'cause I might as well be brought down to fucking regular classes! I'm gonna quit band, too; no matter how much I love to play the clarinet!

I'm pissed. I only got back into band 'cause not only do I love playing the clarinet, but I wanted to have at least one moment where Beryll would visit just to watch me perform! What huge failures I faced last year, and I'm practically facing them again!

AGAIN!!!

He said in the spring that he'd try to go, but would go to my graduation if he couldn't. EVEN HIS PARENTS SAID THAT. At least from what he said.

But he couldn't. He's always so fucking busy!

I HATE THAT.

Well, then comes the damn winter concert for ninth grade. Which is tonight. Whoopee-do! He ends up being unable to come again since he made an agreement with his parents that he'd be able to visit if he kept perfect attendance for the week prior to his visit. Apparently for this week, it applied to the concert as well.

What fucking luck. He ended up skipping two classes. He even said it to my parents in front of my face. Ohh! HOW PISSED I WAS!

Great. Now tonight's the concert, and I'm fucking pissed, fucking depressed, and feeling so intense. My hands are shaking, and I want to throw something so hard, and break stuff. My short temper issue is returning, but I could give a shit less.

I mean this in the most honest way possible.

Life's being such a bitch to me. I thought that he'd be able to go, and that I'd be proud of his attitude with the attendance and whatnot.

I was hoping that at least his parents would let us off one more time and let him go to that fucking concert. BEEEEEP! How mother-fucking wrong I was!

Apparently, that night out with his family was only to make up for the concert.

PSHHHH!! YEAH RIGHT!!!

FAILURE TO DO SO!

THAT SHOULD'VE MADE UP ONLY HALF OF THE NIGHT!

FUCK THAT.

Oh well. I wonder what'll happen when he gets home and calls me.

I'm definitely not going to the concert.

I'm definitely not gonna be in band anymore.

And I'm definitely gonna fail both Geometry HONORS and Concert Band.

WHOO!

HOW FUCKING PISSED I FEEL TONIGHT!

GREAAAAT!

So much for promises. They're fucking meant to be broken. This I know through so many situations of my own. UGH!

Oh well. I wonder what'll happen when I have my graduation, of what would've happened if I would stay in band!

Oh, I know.

I'll ask if he could come to the concert next time.

He'll say yes.

On that day, he ends up not going for some fucked up reason. AGAIN.

Then graduation, too.

He'll be in college by then, but he'll be busy with whatever shit he has to do on that day, too.

And college graduation?

Same thing!

READING THE FUTURE IS SUCH FUCKING FUN, ISN'T IT?!

HAHAH!

FUCK YOU, LIFE! I HATE HOW YOU SCREW UP IN SOME OF THE MOST VALUED MOMENTS OF MINE!

FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!!

-Xanners