| Current mood: |  disappointed |
| Current music: | Weeping Willow by The Verve |
I'm going to try to update EVERY DAY. Yeah, Char, that means WRITE A POEM/SONG everyday like you used to.
And now, my mind goes blank...
I'm REALLY trying now.
fine, i'll write about my fucking cat.
So quiet, comfortable, soft
Not a single care in the damn world
he doesn't know the shit i face
Therefore, he's happy.
He is nothing in the world.
a ball of fluff that eats and sleeps.
I am nothing in the world.
A lump of skin and bones and me.
that eats, and sleeps, and talks, and worries.
I am so unhappy.
I fucking hate poetry, nowadays...
why?
because i suck. i pray for the days back where i could write and write for hours and not grow weary.
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