showing no inclination to be a prodigy

[frangelicaproof]

I can write essays about ANYTHING

except my (fucking) self,
what is the problem
why is this rendering me so incompetant
no amount of drugs or sleep or breaks or food or laughter is sparking anything interestingly worded
my life cant be that boring
shit i know its not
maybe if i wasnt so tunnel-visioned into this one fucking goal
maybe if i wasnt so desperate to do this
a little human dignity;
thats lacking parallel...
to my determination?
I doubt theyll care about a juicy sob story I could send them
I doubt theyll care about the rich traveling princess i could resurrect for them
I doubt theyll give a shit about the essay itself when i dont plead for college aid...
oh lordy lets hope things happen like that!