Today I broke a violin. I swear it wasn’t on purpose. She placed it way too near the edge and I moved back. I hit it, its not on purpose. I didn’t mean it to be this way.
I dont know if it’s fear, sadness, anger or frustration, I just feel really really unhappy. And down. And I wish that didn’t happen.
Today I broke a violin, the fragile instrument’s bridge came loose. I was in a loss. Maybe it’s fortunate? I wonder. At least it wasn’t hers. That would have been a tragedy.
Today I broke a violin. I told Sean, he was shocked. Tried to save me; didn’t know it hurt me so much. Thanks so much.
Today I broke a violin. You called, you didn’t even care? Interruped me from my peaceful moment. Thanks uh. Oh well.
Today I broke a violin. Crap.