Everything just got to me today. I had a fine day, in fact it was a very nice day. It was just about 6 o'clock when I started thinking, though. My parents won't let me go out on school nights. If I want to be at all alive, I need to get sleep. Yes, this is my last year of high school. So after I almost completely freaked, but before I went too far I decided to play my saxophone. That was a great idea. I love music. Now most people love music, but I love everything about music. When I was in jazz band, I would always go feeling tired and down and leave class happy. I would hum on the way home. So I played my saxophone today, and it made me feel much better. Music is my life. Not like I have dedicated my life to music, but more like without music I would die.

I don't know... maybe not.