206801
Attempts to go back to guitar class.
Remembers squat from last term, and hasn't even learnt the things the others can.
Difficulty becomes frustration, frustration becomes extreme frustration, with bursts of despair, sorrow and deep anger, and the circle has begun.
Spends the next hour insulting the people around him in his head, reflecting on what's absolutely crap about life, and how he wants to react to anyone who would try to comfort him, basically saying things to them that would make them feel that their life is in complete vain (he happens to be good with words).
Soon he reflects over anger, and how to display despair as realistically as possible in various media.
Oh teenage angst. It's been a while.