I have a lot of shit going on in my life. Swamped with homework. Need to pack up and move out of my apartment and into a new one by the end of the month. I'm having a hard time feeling motivated to socialize. The only person I make an effort to see socially is my boyfriend. Sometimes I go to parties still, although I'm very selective in which ones I choose to go to.
This all makes me life seem very stressful and depressing. It sort of is, but eh, I feel like it's mostly just the weather. Once it's warmer I'll be glad to be alive again. On that note, as soon as I graduate I'm moving somewhere that is warm and temperate all year round. So sick of these brutal Chicago winters.







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Retroactively shifting the status quo.
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Love,
Taylor
My essay is comparing Euripides' Medea with an modern irish play called The Bog of Cats. I'm flattered that you're interested in it! She's such a brilliant character with so many aspects to explore. And I love your poem's twist on her!
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i cut myself with toothpicks. :\
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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My essay is comparing Euripides' Medea with an modern irish play called The Bog of Cats. I'm flattered that you're interested in it! She's such a brilliant character with so many aspects to explore. And I love your poem's twist on her!
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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