Shut the actual fuck up.
I pity you that you obviously didn’t have an extra curricular activity that meant as much to you as choir does to me, or as orchestra or band or baseball or football or whatever means to other kids. I genuinely pity you. The fact that you even go out of your way to bash these groups is, quite frankly, pathetic.
Nothing—NOTHING—makes me feel better than coming home after a choir event like an Awards Ceremony, Solo Café, Woolley Idol, or even a simple concert knowing it went well. That knowledge, that sense of accomplishment that comes from knowing I contributed in even the smallest (though generally near the largest) way… That’s what I live for. LITERALLY.
This sense of accomplishment, this humble yet proud feeling is what gets me through the day. This is the one thing I struggle through AP classes for. Because will I ever be good enough to get that accomplished feeling from AP Lang or Pre Calc or AP Bio? Or next year, from AP Lit or AP Calc? Oh, hell no. Thank you all for showing me that.
So, if I may (which frankly, I don’t give a damn whether I may), I’ll just say: I don’t give a single fuck what you think. Choir is not only my anchor in this rotten world, but it WILL help my college apps and you fucking know it. So like I said earlier, SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP.
Our town is riddled with devastation, and we’re still waiting for the cure to the suffering. The good, the pure and the beautiful seem to leave us far too early around here. You all had bright futures. We’re still waiting for a glimmer of hope.
RIP all of you beautiful boys. You’re in our hearts.And Lev Mann. But I personally knew all of these boys except the one who went to the middle school, and let me tell you. It sucks not having people around that you once took them, their smile, their laugh, their jokes, their stealing your pencil in class and drawing you pictures for granted. I can’t stand death, especially in those I know and have laughed with and spent 180+ days in a horrid classroom with. I’ve had all of these boys in class. I can’t stand how death can take away someone who you always just assumed would be there.
Chills. If I had spray paint I would add Lev’s name right now. God, I miss that kid.
And Martin.
8:00 and I haven’t done any of my homework
fuck the police, I’m going to bed
