ARRRRGHHH!!

Okay, I was originally gonna post some long drivel about PMS, but then I get back and I listen to "Alegria" and the Ode to Joy, and I burst into tears in front of my roommate because they're so beautiful. And I'm not ashamed.

Dammit it all to hell, what was I ever thinking? Why did I stop practicing? I miss my music. I haven't played my flute in months, and I feel so empty. It's too much a part of me. Tonight, instead of studying, I'll be down in the basement of taylor playing my flute and the piano for hours. *Wipes away tears* Fuck Japanese, fuck all of my classes, fuck the cold dark rainy day outside, right now I feel more beautiful and alive than I have in weeks. Because I have seen beauty, and I have felt joy, and I have felt sorrow, and they have moved through me and in me and made me remember what I really care about.

Now I have to go to class. I love you...