September 16, 2007
Blame the poetry
Would you like to know what I'm doing right now? I'm crying. My vision has blurred and I can barely see the keys to type. Why am I crying, might you ask? Because I've been trying to write an analysis for three hours, I have two paragraphs finished, it's due by non tomorrow, and I have no idea what I'm doing! And I'm tired.
I know I'm making it into a bigger deal than it is, but I've never written an analysis. High school did not prepare me and I don't know what to do. And no matter how many times people try to explain it to me, I don't get t. All I end up doing is contradicting myself.
And I have an 8 a.m.
scullerymaid at 11:22 p.m.