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I think it is important for you to know that 'the worst week of my life' is not an account of a time of much despair and agony however, I'm not lying. In truth, I've never really had an exceptionally bad time in my life, let alone for seven straight days so this is, in effect, an entire fresh experience for me.
Actually, I lied. It has only been 4 days so far, although things weren't going too great beforehand so I may just be able to stretch to 5 or perhaps 6 at most. But you can see the total inexperience I have in these matters, as I've taken to exaggerating time.
And it's not even been that bad. I would say that it's really a result of 'things' gradually piling up on me and I'm not used to it so I have taken it rather badly. I think what's most discouraging is that this is only the beginning. Life promises much worst for the road ahead. Not that I don't want it. I anticipate it, and I suppose this is like preparation for harder times ahead. Yet I feel that I should be enjoying one of the initial challenges in my lifetime instead of literally cowering behind a mask made from selection of Schubert's symphonies.
If I wanted to find an excuse I would inform you that I am only 15 years of age, so how can you expect someone as chaste and pure as I to know how to deal with this? Well if I was so purely chaste then I doubt I would be in this situation initially. And no, I am not suggesting I am pregnant; do you think someone that listens to Schubert out of choice would allow some hideous male being to ejaculate into their vagina. Although, I'm not saying that this is entirely impossible, but if I am going to confess my fetish for Schubert, then I may as well declare my sexual habits (which, for the record, do not exist).