fuckoff, it IS my poem
December 31, 2003 @ 5:45 p.m.
I don't know how I'm feeling. One minute I'm whistling and the next I can barely keep my eyes open because I'm so sad. And I don't know what's wrong, except I know that I can't fix it.
In other news, remember when I used to write well? Yeah, I don't either. Go read my poem here. It's on page 29 in Adobe, as far as I can figure, and it's misslabeled. This poem is actually MY POEM but the bastards who made this book labeled it incorrectly.
You know, I'll say that, and I bet none of you will believe me. Fuckoff.
Feeling: grumpy.
Listening to: my head pound.
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