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it's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard; it's rare if you're ever even home from work by ten o'clock. i brought the drums home for the summer and i've been so excited to practise them more because i've had so little time during the year and now i will. it made me so happy. i've been so inspired this year by the people that i've played with, their skills and attitudes and personalities and the amount they've shown me. i've had so much fun playing and learning about all the different percussion instruments and i've fallen in love with most of them. they beg me to play them better and i know now that this is what i want to do and it feels so nice, like a newfound freedom, even though i know it's rare that i'll get a well-paying job in this field, but it really doesn't matter. and at this rate, if you won't even LET me practise, which is fucked up for the most part because you ARE a musician, i'll really never take it anywhere. it's the most stifling thing ever, the worst kind of disappointment, and i know i'll still get to practise but only during the day which will probably become next to impossible if i get a job, which i also really need. it's the most frustrating thing because you are so unreasonable, you and your stupid nonsensical-in-a-nondelightful-way power trips, and who cares if you miss half an hour on the good TV because there are drums in the next room? i have to fit my playing in between dinner and [my sister]'s bedtime, which is 9 o'clock, and now i have to worry about not playing them when you get home, either. fucking ridiculous. maybe i'll move out and live on the streets and take nothing with me except my drum set and a pad of paper.
i finally, finally, found something that makes me happy, that i truly want to work on, that i have for myself, that i thought no person could ruin.
i guess you've proven me wrong, bastard.
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