I feel so alone right now. Maybe I should just go to sleep.

      It’s not fair. I worked so hard for this, so damn fucking hard, and you stupid privileged kid who has been playing music since you were born go and take my spot. And you don’t even have to try. Well, guess what? I’ve been playing since I was 8, not three. I stared getting violin lessons when I was twelve, I never took group Suzuki lessons for kindergartners that you used to take. My first violin teacher worked in a guitar shop, not New England Conservatory. Even now, I can’t even afford to have hour lessons like you do. While you were learning how to play Mozart’s 3rd Violin concerto, I was learning Mozart’s abridged “Ah Vous, Dirai-Je Maman”, otherwise known as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I gave everything I had. Every portion of my being went into this, and you, you who has years more experience than I do, go right in and take it away from me. I worked so hard, I pushed my limits, and still it couldn’t match your so called talent that your parents forced you into when you were three years old. Do you even care? Do you even like to play? Well, I can tell you one thing. There is nothing in this entire world that I love more than music. Absolutely nothing. Don’t take that away from me, not now, not ever.