It's past midnight, I'm listening to Schubert Impromptu Op.90 No.3 and attempting to pen something down. Soon I'll curl up with my book and wait for Spain vs Germany to start!
It's July already. I cannot recall how the months passed so fast. Training, training and... training? Finally this weekends's the big race. The ultimate goal, maybe only, for the past 1 academic year. Sweat and blood. Heart and soul. The excitement and anxiety's starting to come, slowly but surely.
Yet somehow, it feels different, or rather I feel different. It's something I dare not voice out to anybody, even blocking out the thoughts from my head because letting myself think about it would be acknowledging it. I guess I've changed?
Piano music really is lovely :) But I never have the patience to complete a piece or get past the initial unfamiliar stages haha.