danaaxdinosaur

Back onto antidepressants. Let's hope this doesn't hurt my ability to write again. If it does, maybe I'll just quit them again. Hahaha. And if they don't help I'm quitting too. What a weird mood I'm in.

Life is crazy and a lot goes on. Things change quickly--at a rate where you're constantly having to modify and edit every single description under poetry you probably didn't mean in the first place. Emotions are a strange thing, and so I've had to go through and edit descriptions because in a lot of them, all there was... was empty anger and frustration, some desperation, and a need to convince myself I felt a certain way. Anger is easier to handle than heartbreak. That doesn't mean it's the true feeling beneath poetry. Lies are easy enough to write, if you can get down a rhyme scheme. Human minds are easy to trick, especially when it's you

If you couldn't tell from poetry entries on here, there is one overwhelming theme: love. Not only that, but one that is long-distance and insensible. Knowing that I'm a writer of experience (I don't just make up situations or emotions) this does actually mean I've found someone. This seems pretty weird, I know. ... ME. The Anti-transcendentalist, i'll-never-find-someone girl who was preparing herself to live alone. I don't know why I'm posting this journal... I'm not big on the whole concept of it. I guess I'm procrastinating (something I'm fantastic at..) studying for my midterms that are TOMORROW (Honors Chemistry and Honors American Lite