You're naive. You don't think you are, but you are; you're only 15.

Today holds a gentle breeze and overcast skies, and people everywhere blissfully unsuspecting. A perfect day for the apocalypse.

Turns out I did actually get an A in English, but a B in Algebra. That's just. Not even funny. I hate math.

Performance tonight with the chamber orchestra once again. Maybe I'll become a professional; I really enjoy playing. Maybe. Who knows.

I wonder if becoming devoid of emotion would just be an easier existance, you know? Carefree-like. Someone you love leaves you. Someone dies. Someone hurts you. You hurt yourself. But you don't cry about it; it doesn't affect you. How amazing would that be for someone like me, who seems so overly affeted by certain things? But the more I think about what becoming stoic would be like, in all its glory, what kind of life would I have? Yeah, there would be no downs, but there would be no ups either. The kind of life I want to live has to have huge and prolonged emotional struggles in order for me to become a better person, as has been made evident to me.

How appropriate this song is! My goodness.