It's last week all over again.
Me sitting in front of my pc while rain hammers against the windows and equal drops of water stream out of my eyes.
Guess what!! Just came home from piano lessons.
He did it again. My teacher. Made me cry again. Maybe the other times were a bit my fault too, because I didn't seriously
gave all to get better at piano lessons, but this time, I played the piano every. single. day. I played the shit I had to learn.
I did my best to study at least one hour on the hard things. I got better than last week.
And what is the only thing that I hear repeated for around 20 times on my lessons?
"Suzanne, do you seriously still think you can do your exams? I don't even know how to teach you, because you don't
do your best. You don't do the stuff that I tell you to do, how am I supposed to teach you, then? You're doing it all
wrong. You don't even care, do you."

If only he knew. I got so angry right then that I could've punched him right in the face. But no, I did what I had to do and
tried to play a piece of Chopin like a good little student, only to fail in the process because my arms are trembling
and I almost have a mental breakdown. After my lesson I stood outside for around 10 minutes in a random empty small
street while rain poured down the sky.

I've tried the whole year. Maybe not as hard as I should have from the start. But now that my teacher forbids me to do
my exams if I don't have everything fixed by next week? I don't know it anymore. After a year's work, I indeed don't care
anymore. Forbid me to do my exams. I don't want them anymore anyway.