If you haven't read it, go read it now. The description...Yeah, read that too.

I just wanted to say that I honestly do hate violin, and that I wish I could stop, but I just feel like I can't. I'm pleasing everyone but myself, and I know that's never a good thing, but I can't help it. My parents aren't helping in any way by signing me up for the things I hate most (see description of the poem if you don't know what I'm talking about.) It's getting in the way of everything else I want to do and that makes me feel terrible and confused. Playing the violin has actually been rather painful, and I don't think my parents have any idea. My dad gets really REALLY mad when I don't practice or if I don't understand something. If I don't practice in a week, he asks me if I want to quit. I really wish I could say yes...But I don't want to feel like a quitter.

Those are my worst fears: Letting people down and quitting. And they'd come as a package deal.

Other depressing news: The cabin on Decatur Island is being rented. Not as bad as sold. I'm relieved that they haven't put it on the market. But the owner's business just took a huge hit, so I don't know how much longer I'll have my home...

So many things in my life are in jeopardy right now, it's seriously painful.

One more thing:
I met someone who has been taking Irish Step lessons for eight years, and she recommended an academy for Irish dancing. I told my mom about it. Hopefully I can go, because I really love Irish Step dancing. My mom did ask what their rates were for lessons as if she was interested. I really hope it wasn't that fake interest that she gives me a lot.

Anyway. Thanks to anyone who just read through this long rant. But I need some honest help, so if you could comment with any advice...Anything, really, that would be nice.