The Melancholy of Wentz Gossi

Ugh, why do people always make life so hard and overwhelming for me? First I’m seeing Berg all over the place today and then Eri just ask who I like–out of the clear blue? And, I mean, I over analyze everything a little to much but…Whatever, she doesn’t like and I don’t really like her so: stop fucking worring about it Gossi!

I’m such a fuck up, I haven’t practiced my clarinet in ages and my lesson teacher can see it. I hate dissapointing people close to me so, I’m going to practice my ass off Tuesday and Wensday and all next week when I get back. It’s kind of like yesterday when Uncle Pete came up to me and asked what was going on. I had this “panic attack” over it because, it saddened me that my uncle cares so much about me and asks me what’s wrong when–I myself don’t know. It’s not like I’m going around telling people who ask, “Yes, something might be dreadfully wrong with me: I think I like my best friend so that makes me either bi or lesbain, I get these constant fits of discomfort when something bad or overwhelming happens in my life and–my parents can be a pain in the ass most of the time.”