Damnit

It's happening, again - except this time, I'm not in as advantageous a position. I'm trying to help, I'm prepared to make any sacrifice... but I CANNOT HELP IF YOU REFUSE MY DAMN HELP. You.won't.survive. You need another way. Damn it all! Just being there is all I can do. that, and pray. Pray like I've never prayed before.

Practising your lower register

Makes you speak lower. It's soo weird, but I've expanded my register by two tones - maybe more (I don't want to try going too low).

I have a dilemna right now.

"Oh Wesley, please tell us your dilemna."

Haha, well, if you insist ;)

I don't know what I want to do after High School. Rather, I do, and it's at odds with the smart choice. Here are mein options.

1) Engineer. Smart. It will give me money, and I like the idea of building bridges and railroads and stuff.

2) ...Musical Theatre. Not smart, but I enjoy singing, I enjoy acting, and dancing is also fun (but I'm no good at dancing).

Opinions? I'm confused. And should probably format my courses for next year around these things.

Can't think of an adequte title.

Now, a couple weeks ago, I had a life changing event. I learned that nearly 6 of my friends were cutting/had cut themselves. This was at a time where I was moping around, dealing with my problems. When I saw the marks on my friends hands, this great guy who doesn't deserve it in the slightest, the guy who goes out of his way to make people happy, it put everything into perspective. I understand that it's an addiction, the cutting acts as a release for pent up emotions. Often, they feel worthless, despicable - and that drives me crazy. These people are GOOD PEOPLE. Who lied to them? I'm fighting even as I write this to help one of my friends. This both terrifies me and makes me want to cry. I can't let this blog keep distracting me. signing off.