doubt

What's good poetry anyways. If I don't write the way my english teacher likes, does that mean the feelings that I'm trying to proclaim are untruthful, forgotten, erased, and invalid?

Swollen

Swollen, swollen, swollen
Those lumps of tissue that grow like soft mounds
of painful clumps of yeast
Bruise here, scratch there
and a lovely clump of yellow blooming into that
wonderful red right here

And of course there is a method and rhyme  to judging my work. Of course.

I suck at poems, and yet I die, everytime.

I want me to be better.

I want want want want want want want not to work.

Lazeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

lazeee girl
don't expect success if your glands don't over process with your sweat.

Dreaming

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xu-b3u5jDiU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kvf3eSVRfRE

R-r-r-r-r-r-right about now.

Check it out now!!

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Right about now, you should be feeling that bounce through your bones.

Right about nownownonwonwonownwonwonwonwonwonwonwrihtabouthnownownwonwonwonownwonwonwonwonwownwonwonwonwow


NOW.


NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNBOUTNOWNOWNOWNWONB OUTN BOBOBOOWOBOWOBOWOBOWOBOWOBOWRIRIRIRIRIRIRIK

DUNDUNDUDN

FUNKSOUL BROTHER

CHECKEYOWNOW FUNSEWBROTHUH

Via Lens 1.

V i a's

i can't run

doctors orders

i can swim though

i actually need to swim

i got a lecture today

from COACH

telling me i'm too lazy

i'm not doing anything

and he's always pushing pushing pushing

and lately

i think he's right

i've been like that my whole life

more so this year

i'm still trying to figure myself out

half of the stuff i'm doing i don't even want to do

i'm not motivated to do anything

and i can see my life slipping through my fingers

and swirling away down the drain

and i'm scared that

once i wake up

from this

i'll be an old granny

who has gone no where in life

but even though i know that

i'm so unmotivitated to push myself harder

even outside motivation doesn't help

i need a fighting cause

but i'm super cynical

i over analyze everything

even myself

i tear everything to pieces

trying to figure out why

and while i'm daydreaming

or trying to figure it all out

i'm wasting my time

and once more

a little bit more time and life

slips away

and i'm so tired 
of it all

it's like i'm burnt out

i've been spun so much

that i don't have treads anymore

but then again

i'm just wallowing in my own self pity

i need to suck it up

and tread on

to get through the day

it's one step in front of the other

but again

many others

have gone through things much tougher than me

and they keep going

and are succesful

i need to hunger i think

i need to go through something truly painful

i need something

i need to see a change quick

and i'm ranting now

because

i've kept pent up

all this time

and i'm bursting out

cause i need help and ideas

and i have no clue what to do anymore

it's like i'm watching from the outside

like my life is a movie

it's not really real

i think i've got a mental block

like no matter what i do nothing will change

that was depressing

but again

even when i try hard i don't give it my best

and again

i don't get the results i want

and i start moping

even though i don't give it 100% all the time

and the thing is

i don't know

and i need help

but i need someone

who i can trust

who i can talk to

without judgment

i'm so sick of it all

i just need ideas

i need to step out

of the chasm

i'm so dramatic

i sicken myself

haha

Radiohead.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yfi-PxkDVs

Finals tomorrow, what better way to procrastinate then drink english breakfast, and listen to radiohead.

The sun's rays are entering my periphals = sunny outside=Miracle


--B. Foo

Wha..Eh?

Working out the mechanics of Blogger here,

shouldn't be too hard right... 

Spent three hours just making it look half decent.

4:52

Progress on physics review?

1/3 finished..

Oh please... 

-- B. Foo