Now I feel worse than before the revival.

[kyrasantae]

I'm sick of life.
I'm sick of music.
I'm sick of everything.

My true love has truly left me now.

I don't want to think about jobs.
I don't want to think about talking to my parents again about paying for summer housing.
I don't want to think about whether I'll even *get* summer housing at all because it's so late.
I don't want to think about talking to them about moving, and certainly not about going home.
I don't want to think about mad cramming for exams.
I don't want to think about singing.
I don't want to think about NW or WT, or any bands, for that matter.
I don't want to think about piano.
I don't want to think about anything.
I don't want to think about life.

There's nothing left... this pain and the silence that accompanies it is unbearable.

Theiyonus, you have truly killed me this time!


Forgive me... I no longer have the strength to go on... except for one thing... even if it's the last piece of art I'll ever make, NW will get this demo... it just wouldn't be fair to me otherwise.