I hate Retarded Baby Animals

I screwed myself over.

I didn't want people to know I was a composer, or a music composition student.

And now I'm having that stupid piece I didn't get two shits about premiered.

People will like it.  Because it has a stupid fucking title.

I'm supposed to be overjoyed. I feel like shit. The premiere is coming, and I don't want it to.

I'd call it off, but Melissa would hate me for it.

I don't even want to show up and listen to a bunch of applauding retards, but I have to. For Melissa.

I don't think I can sit there normally. I'll be embarrassed. I'll hide my face. I know I won't keep my composure. I'll start crying for no reason. I'll make a scene when all I want is to be invisible.

I don't want anyone to notice. I should have named it something boring like "Suite For Solo Clarinet" and no one would give two shits.

I'm anxious as hell for no reason. I hate music and I hate myself.