sitting here supposed to be writing college essays.
supposed to be doing a lot of things these days.
just not inspired any more.
nothing is the same and nothing is for sure.
haven't written anyhthing serious in so long.
nothing i've done has felt right, everything feels so wrong.
my art too hasn't been all that great.
my art projects what i feel and all i feel is hate.
i hate myself but not at all, if that makes any sense.
i hate how every thing irratates me and i always feel tense.
Ironic... A writing about how you can't think of anything to write. For not being able to think of anything I think this is a pretty good poem. And you made it reym without takeing away from the poem as offten happens when people try to reym.