my future dangles on a lonely string
a dark and bleak hallway leads the way.
the string snaps.
all frail hope shatters into a million little pieces
crunching beneath the weight of darkness
that is to be my future.

my attempt at being emo
and yah, my life sucks.

crushed.

- not meeting uni requirements
- having an ugly swimsuit tan
- need to do D of E report

dies.

Devastated.
Germany is playing for Bronze.

the blatherings of a girl who refuses to study...

      Here I sit after a wonderful meal, attempting to study. After an hour of simply staring at my solubility table I found myself not only not adapting to the studying routine, but also developing a small but definite hatred towards Mr.Young in the depths of my utterly empty brain. Embracing my unbelievable unproductive and slow studying pace, a small panic had started to grow in the pit of my stomach. The terms "calorimetry" and "hybridization" are conjuring up a large substantial blank in the psychological database contained within my skull. In the sophisticated words of teenagers during exam season...
"I'm so screwed...."

There are 9 year olds out there who have published their own books.
The word "tragedy" does not even begin to describe the current conditions of my life.