I know that I’m not just a waste
I think therefore I am
I know each minute can’t be replaced
I’d love some strawberry jam
Do I exist beyond my words?
Or was I written off?
But that would sound somewhat absurd
Excuse me if I cough
I’m the imperfect lines in poetry
The scribbles in some pad
The jagged sketches, incomplete
I’ve gone completely mad
I’m the splattered paint in canvas board
The neon among the pale
The sweetest in a pile of gourd
The epic win in fail
The name’s ddrei, remember that
So we can get along
I am ddrei, remember well
And I’ll sing you a song
The last couple of days has been the most tired I have ever been. And to think it's not even the courses I'm taking that made me tired but the extracurricular activities. I don't think any of them realize the stress I have to cope up to for the things they demand from me. A week's warning would have been nicer than three days or THE DAY BEFORE the actual event. Yesterday, I actually walked out from everything (the other half was because I couldn't breathe) and sleep the whole day. I just woke up from that slumber and yet I still feel so tired. I haven't even had a change of clothing. Lack of sleep, excessive hunger. When will it ever stop? I guess they were all right. I am TOO NICE.
bluechocochips, at
June 27, 2010 at 4:30 PM