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They all tell him that there are people who have it worse, your problem is nothing compared to theirs.
He wants to ask them, "So if someone has a better life than me, does that mean that I can't have a good life too?"
He usually uses his music to calm down, to banish his anxiety until tomorrow. But then his phone is taken away, every day, and he deteriorates. He tries to stay on his safe perch on a rock in the raging river of his head, but the currents grabs his feet and drags him to the bottom.
They say that when he watches the musicians that he likes, a certain joy breaks onto his face, one that they never see.
He wants to tell them that it's because they never give him a chance to feel that joy. They don't make music that tells him that he's not alone, that famous people suffer too. They aren't the ones who make him feel free.
They say that this music is distracting him from his schoolwork.
He wants to tell them to fuck off, that's the point, but he just swallows and gets out of the car.