Try it sometime. Take all your rage and fling it out into high melodramatic seas and ride the wave.
Live your life through fired up songs of angst and the deepest cuts. Believe that your professor not taking notice of your deadline really is the deepest cut.
Hold on to hope, like it really is the last thing holding you up. Hope that people will love your work as much as you do, accept it at first submission.
Laugh at the idiocy of the M.D, Ph.D, tenured professor who proclaims that it takes more than two points to draw a line. Despair for the survival of intelligence and the human race.
Sit down in a long darkening hallway like you did in high school, feel dusk breaking through you as you wonder whether you will ever walk out into the sunshine at the other end. Wonder whether you will ever get out of here as hopeful, as in love with the things that drew you in. If you will ever not feel disillusioned again.
Fling it all on the storm of a song, and live every word of it, for just five minutes. Reaching out with both hands, try to feel the kick inside.
Melodramatize life, because sometimes that is the only way it makes sense.
