LJ just killed two of my entries. I don't know what's going on.
SAD.
SAD.

Ugh, I don't do well with deadlines ( Read more... )

I don't even have the excuse of compulsive tidying for why I'm not doing my essay. I'm just sitting on the floor, fighting the rising nausea and day dreaming of finding real love ( Read more... )

Need to put clothes on and go to Rangers.

Doctor will not diagnose me, and acted awfully uncaring to a teenager on the brink of tears. I am not cured because I had a good day.

I am not cured.

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Today alone: I got 52% on my OU essay. Which I worked really hard on. The lowest grade I've ever got. Barely a pass ( Read more... )

I thought I'd share with you some of the best war poems we've done this year.

Winter Warfare; The Dug-Out; In Memoriam; and Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
One amazingly evocative with a fascinating rhythm; one touching and sad; one absolute favourite which never fails to make me cry; and one pithy, witty little verse.

Winter Warfare

Colonel Cold ( Read more... )