I will never flourish here at home.
September 17, 2007My brothers always tell me how ugly I am, and they think my voice sucks. In the Conservatory, they seem to like my voice, but here at home, I can see them cringe.
Granted, my music isn't the sort of thing they like. Hardly anybody listens to classical now. But still. And I quote, "For me, your voice sucks."
There doesn't seem to be a point in voice lessons anymore then. I can't think of any talent or positive thing that I may have anymore.
They say each person has something remarkable in them. Why do I feel so mediocre in everything? It's always "not bad," but I can't say it's good either. I don't know why I dared embarrass myself in my parents' anniversary wedding.
So there you go. I'm ugly, my smile's ugly, my voice sucks, and they probably think I'm stupid. It's so very easy to believe them. It makes me want to just crawl into a box and stay there.
