A song without words

Remember every mum told their kid that if they had nothing nice to say, they should just be quiet. i kept that in mind and slowly it began to seem like everyone wouldn't understand even if things were explained. Silence became the medication for a troubled mind and wiping became a helpless solace. Couldn't understand now why when i was a child, i wanted to grow up fast. Aging came with the cost of responsibility that one must uphold. De facto, right now, i wasn't as happy-go-lucky as i protrayed to be afterall.

On a side note, i passed my piano grade 8 after uncountable miserable long practice sessions as well as investing alot n i mean real loads of money in this to get this finally over. That piece of paper with that few marks written on it was in exchange of so much freedom time i once longed for. However, when i've gotten what i've longed for in that past 2 years; i'm very much laden with fatigue to continue on with 2 to 3 years of another preparation for diploma exam. Undeniably, i still love music and want to persist my love for music by continuing with lessons with my teacher and here comes the big BUT. i couldn't bear the cost of it and if i do, it means i've got to wk more and have lesser time to study. Sacrificing studies is not the way to balance the weighing scale right here.

And all these decision making cause me to lose my sleep.. it's like i've made up a decision but yet i kept changing still.

what's best Vs what's right.