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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Friday, September 27, 2002 v

Oh man...I was really freaked getting English results today. I swear, I had already told myself to prepare for B4 even before the exams ended. I got an A2. A low one. DAMN! Now, I wish I had done better. But I did better than some people, so I should be grateful. Now I'm really worried that I'm not worried about my other subjects as I worried about English. Ok...girl...*squeezes eyes shut*Worry.WORRY.WOrrY.woRRy.WorrY.worrY.wORry. worry.

Worrying is not good but worrying sort of lessens the impact if I do really badly. Somehow, feeling that weird burden in my heart, funny palpitations when you see the teachers and positively faint during the debriefing of papers gives me a sense that I'm not a slacker who doesn't give a damn. I'm normal. What a pity, I don't have any attitude problem to blame my shitty results on now.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 8:57 pm [+]