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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 Tuesday, November 18, 2003 v

I feel so fucked up. As usual. The course ended today. I feel so sad, there's this sinking feeling in my heart, the kind when you know that there was this one chance in your life and somehow, you didn't make full use of it.

And I can't bake cookies. I feel so sad... I don't know why, I was so upset and depressed but reading Azleen's blog and knowing she's thinking of me cheered me up so much...

I feel so off lately, I prob won't be an OGL. Don't feel like it, not now anyway.

Sometimes, there's this pain in your heart that just hurts you so much, even though it's not really there, you don't know whether it's really there or not. This dulling heartache breaks my heart into jagged pieces that I want grab hold and stab myself with, just so that there would be real pain to distress me, to distract me. Then I'd feel stronger after that.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 11:19 pm [+]