I don't know if my recent inspiration for more poetry is a good thing or a bad thing, given that it hasn't sprung from the happiest of circumstances. But I missed it, so in a way I suppose it's nice to have it back. Not the side effects, though, those are painful.
It's autumn now, my favourite season. I'm freezing and it's raining and I love it, except for I'm afraid of falling. My best friend is a writer and I edit edit edit but I hate editing my work. Ow, I just had a shiver-spasm.
School is hard, pointless, fun occasionally, thought-inspiring once in a while. I'm passing, which is good. My GPA sucks because the guidance office is