When I was in grade six, I had this brown notebook on which were written poems I made myself.
I have no idea where it is now.
I remember how my classmates marvelled over my poems. By the way, they were mostly about la-la-la-la-LOVE. The never-ending...
'Cause you see, I had crushes then. I mean like, serious crushes. Whatever the hell THAT means.
So anyhoo, I also wrote about how life sucks, yadda yadda, blah blah blah.
I wrote poems until I 2004.
Then after that I stopped.
I just lost the will, I guess.
I made a futile attempt when I was in 3rd year but...I stopped on the 2nd verse because it's crap. I myself had no idea what it's about or where it's going.
I haven't tried to make one since.
I just made this post because I found out that some of my classmates write poems. It's just that, I don't feel like I belong in my Literature class if I don't have that hobby of writing poems.
But I'm planning on going back to writing. But it's not because my classmates are doing it, but because of the shit that's been happening to me and my family lately.
And people tend to write good poems while they're sad, right?
So in my case, I'm on the verge of...I don't know, committing suicide.
Everything's so not right.
I don't know what to do anymore.
*sob*



I'm being so effing emo.
But really, my life's so fucking messed-up right now that it amazes me how I can still laugh...



let alone LIVE.





P.S.
Don't worry, I'm really, really not suicidal.
So what I'm gonna do is study HARD and make myself filthy rich so that I can get back to the people that's making me feel this way.
BWAHAHAHAHA!
You just wait, you horrible, lying, advantageous...
FUCKTARDS.
I don't know, this word's been playing in my head for quite some time now. It's kinda cool, isn't it?