I laid on the bed with my leg crossed on the other.
Random thoughts of how things were going flashed in my eyes and I felt so unfulfilled.
The emptiness filled me and made me nauseated but I ignored how I was feeling and continued staring at the ceiling.
I just noticed how different the pattern of the ceiling was. I ordinarily wouldn't pay attention to things like this. Boredom!
When I got tired of thinking of how discontented I was, I sighed.
Father always said I could be whatever I wanted if I took away the emotions. It made sense for a while till it no longer did. I am human! It hurts!! I should be able to know what I want to and not what he feel I should want!!!
Removing the emotions meant removing the passion and what was music without passion.
'Odio tutto!' I groaned 'Yes! I
