I never finished anything in my life. To date, I have projects that I started and never finished. Nothing in my life had ever struck a cord in my mind so fiercely I was compassionate enough to drive myself to the brink of insanity to accomplish it. I guess I just want fulfillment, but I only feel a void big enough to fit in Crater Lake. I always wanted to play an instrument. In 7th grade I got a chance to. I started playing the Viola. I was instantly great at it. I practiced and practiced my heart out. I even achieved a superior on a solo I performed at a Solo and Ensemble competition. It started to bore me. Then I quit. Do I regret it? Yes, but I can’t go back. It’s just another useless skill I have. In 6th grade, I wanted to be an actress. I studied drama for 3 years in middle school. Many nights I stayed up practicing and racking my brain to the point of a headache trying to memorize line after line. I was in a couple of plays, and even scored a superior in a Junior Thespian Competition for Ensemble acting. I still have the pin I received.
