I love writing. Its a shame I get nervous in my class as im the only other one who writes purely poetry at the moment and he’s a pompous dick and I write down to earth stuff with a common twang to it. I like his style but I can’t replicate that it has no feeling to me.
Someone in my creative writing class this week has written a poem about her miscarriage. I do not know how to respond to this. I dont know what having a miscarriage feels like. She is older than most of us late 20’s I think. The poem itself is well written but how do you talk about it without bringing up the horrendously sad subject of someones miscarriage. I also have another 2 pompous...
I had to reblog this even before I made it halfway through.
storm-born replied to your post: Hauled my ass out of bed for probably the most… You’ve only had nine contact hours?! D: Indeed. The rest of the time is supposed to be reading. As there is a shit tonne to do, however, at points it is just ridiculous how much free time I have. Blargle Blargle.
Hauled my ass out of bed for probably the most pointless lecture of my life. Essay writing. I dont mean to boast but I’m in a top 10 university in the UK the course requires an A in literature. Im sure part of that was writing essays at a high enough standard to get in. She was explaining stuff I learnt in year nine. She was explaining PEE (Point evidence evaulate/explain) without saying...
Today I feel really shit.
I just want to be alone. I just want to be alone. I just want to be alone.
So i ended up going out last night and spent £5 horrah but some how i was still incredibly drunk from pre drinking and getting my drinks brought. Now today. Dont. Talk. To. Me. And I have to sign a contract for the house i want to live in next year. Why am i up this early. :(
What a batshit crazy night…