because it's easier to write this than to write happy

so the font was too small on everyone else's screen...so it's bigger =P





So I found it was kinda hard
To write everything in poetry,
but of course, I probably
should have anticipated that

so life today. like everyday.
But it’s getting harder
as the years go by
to stop being so cold, to stop becoming
tempramental—and blunt.

I used to be a Blue person
But looking at the world, the deceit
The lies, the Using, the hidden blades
Guess it makes you lose faith in people

That’s depressing, but
Like always
Everything will look ok tomorrow

Guess I sound
either pretty emo or
pretty stupid
right about now

there’s randomness in the lines
in the format, in the structure
no rhyme, no meter
No sense
just plain blank verse

But I guess, that’s life