Poetry.

I don't understand why I can't write any poetry.
My whole life, as long as it wasn't assigned to me,
I could write amazing poems.
Now that I'm being graded,
I can't pull anything that is worth anything out of anywhere.

It's a good thing Rowse said I can use an old poem.
Those are good.
Even though they're a bit childish.

IDK.

So, we're down to 11 days and one class period left of school.

It's really eerie.
I'm doing really well at holding it all together though.
I'm surprised I don't cry every morning when I say, "Ohp, 11 days left of school."
I'm rather proud of myself, quite frankly.


:D