No, really. What will I do?
Now that my after school program is over with, one that I have participated in for five years and took up 98 percent of my life, all I can do is sit outside the band room door and sob quietly as I wait fruitlessly for practice to begin.
I am lost and alone. I need a buddy. I need a room full of drums, going progressively deaf, with the occasional comment that goes something along the lines of, "so I went to this crazy dubstep concert and there was a wall of death..."
I am sad. Very, very sad.
You will survive. You are ready to move onto the next adventure. The beauty of life is that everything changes (whether you want it to or not).
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