I've got the jellyfish blues...
So I'm sitting here, trying to write something brilliant. Maybe thats my first problem with poetry lately. I happen to think it has to do with a little thing I like to call repression. When you refuse to recognize how you feel, its really difficult to write about it.
I know its obvious, but how do you let yourself feel something when you know its just downright bad for yourself? And why do I, in particular, recognize this and still want what I can't have?
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In other news... I'm cranky.
I have two papers due on Tuesday and Wednesday respectfully, and a big exam Tuesday night.
Moreover, instead of doing research, I'm sitting here.
Analyzing my life and thinking about people I have no business thinking about.
I want to send a memo to whoever it is that connects our seemed telepathy; i.e. "When I am thinking, 'Please call. I miss you,' just don't do it."
Serendipity, if I even believe that, happens at the worse possible times.
So I apoligize for wearing my crabby pants tonight. Hopefully things will look up in the morning.
I know its obvious, but how do you let yourself feel something when you know its just downright bad for yourself? And why do I, in particular, recognize this and still want what I can't have?
***
In other news... I'm cranky.
I have two papers due on Tuesday and Wednesday respectfully, and a big exam Tuesday night.
Moreover, instead of doing research, I'm sitting here.
Analyzing my life and thinking about people I have no business thinking about.
I want to send a memo to whoever it is that connects our seemed telepathy; i.e. "When I am thinking, 'Please call. I miss you,' just don't do it."
Serendipity, if I even believe that, happens at the worse possible times.
So I apoligize for wearing my crabby pants tonight. Hopefully things will look up in the morning.