My music

Maybe it's time I touched my long forgotten piano again.

Nobody will get tortured from me playing my piano. Well, except me and the ears of those who listens.
Nobody will get hurt. Unless I throw my book out of anger, or if you take hurt ears into account.
Nobody will feel pressurised by me. Except for me, of course.
Maybe I will finally feel tired enough after I finish practicing. Maybe tired enough so that I don't have to think so much.

I can shape my music however I want. I'm a picky lover, I'll love my music however I like. If I'm not in the mood, I can dump it aside for a while. If I need company, it will be there. Best of all, it doesn't complain and can take all of my shit.

I'm proud and I'm selfish. Hate me.