"I can't understand you one little bit
Cause all your words are lost in bullshit
You seem like a story when I first look
But you're meaningless rubbish, and I don't give a fuck"
~ me, A Poem About Poetry
We're doing poetry in English. Now, stories I can write. Poetry I can't - not emotional stuff, anyway. It just doesn't come to me. None of it makes sense. I can do nonsense poems, no problem. The only good song I ever wrote was about being attacked by a homicidal purple tramp and being saved by a bearded lady bandit who burst in through the window and shot him dead. Miss asked us to try writing a short poem, no more than four lines, an 'outpouring of personal emotion'. I can't do that on command. Most of the time, emotionally, I am a blank slate. I don't really feel things - I am your classic, apathetic teen. So I wrote that poem up there. I also did another one about my absence of emotion, but I lost that one. P did a funny one about the bin in the corner of the room. But seriously, I can't conjure up emotions. When I'm writing, I can picture perfectly well what someone would be feeling at the time, but I need to explain the whole background of what's going on, not randomly start lamenting on my unrequited love.
Also, I'm re-writing my letter to MCR - I've decided to do it on my computer and not print it out until I need it, or I'll just keep wasting paper. I've decided to give up on not sounding like a mad crazy person. And AAAAA IM NOT OKAY'S ON!! Do you ever feel like your computer doesn't have a loud enough volume for you?
Bobberson x
