  Gah, I went to rehearsal frustrated expecting to become unfrustrated, because I love it. I ended up leaving more frustrated than I was when i arrived. Fuck. I can't write. I am a horrible writer. I wrote this essay, and it's just plain gross. Good thing it's worth a shitload of points and it's due tomorrow. Score. I can't dance. I suck at the dances. I can't sing, and I really can't act. I don't understand AP chem or precalc, i hate french, and my shakespeare class sucks ass. What am I doing? I really couldn't tell ya. 
