So. Huh.
Ins is gone. Well, her journal is. I don't know whether to be sad or break out into a melodramatic rendition of Gone.
Also, I was going to put that 'Europe Needs *nsync' button on my site and I lost the site to link it to. Um. Help?
I've decided to write my paper on 'my philosophy of life'. Which is love, y'all. I'll post it, or a link to it, here when I'm done.
In fact, I'm thinking of adding a 'non-fic' section to my website, because I've been writing depressing, melodramatic poetry and want to immortalize it.
An example:
Writing
Black tears form words
Then break and crumble to dust.
Despair twists me into a parody
A false me, smiling but lost and cold.
Nothing is sacred
Defiled by creation.
The world denies it
And I fall again.
I try again.
I fail again.
All is as it was.
Clearly explained
In black tears.
Ins is gone. Well, her journal is. I don't know whether to be sad or break out into a melodramatic rendition of Gone.
Also, I was going to put that 'Europe Needs *nsync' button on my site and I lost the site to link it to. Um. Help?
I've decided to write my paper on 'my philosophy of life'. Which is love, y'all. I'll post it, or a link to it, here when I'm done.
In fact, I'm thinking of adding a 'non-fic' section to my website, because I've been writing depressing, melodramatic poetry and want to immortalize it.
An example:
Writing
Black tears form words
Then break and crumble to dust.
Despair twists me into a parody
A false me, smiling but lost and cold.
Nothing is sacred
Defiled by creation.
The world denies it
And I fall again.
I try again.
I fail again.
All is as it was.
Clearly explained
In black tears.