April 2008
2 posts
I am feeling cornered, Boxed in, Reluctant to persevere, I need to break the box, Or myself, “You’re already broken,” I hear. As the depression overwhelms, It maintains my stomach turning, While my chest’s sinking sentiment, Exacerbates the pain; churning. Temporary bouts of solace, Unaffected by my yearning, End as fast as they appear. With this poem I’m adjourning, For a trip...
FOAD
So I am feeling better after a couple of days of evil death feeling. But at the same time I am feeling stressed and overtired. I have an assignment due on Wednesday which would be me starting an assignment in record time if it weren’t for me leaving at 10am Friday to Brisbane until Monday afternoon. Then I have Monday night, Tuesday and Wednesday morning left. MISSION. I am going to...