So I decided to finally type up all my poems, you know, in case I lost my book-- and I'm so sick of doing it already. Not because I don't like typing or my eyes are hurting or anything, but because there was this period in my life when I really liked this boy. And I'm tired of hearing about how much of a dick he was and how I still kept pining. It's absolutely ridiculous. I'm tempted to just skip any poems that involve this kid and move on coz it is seriously getting old. I remember it getting old then, and it isn't getting any better now.

Now, some of these poems are already on deviantART, so don't think you've missed out, but I want you to know, you will never be hearing about this kid again. I can't promise I won't pine over someone else (like I seem to be doing) but as yet I've not written a single couplet about him, so I think we're safe there. Thank goodness.

Well, I just wanted to share my frustration, you know.... about myself... And now that that's been taken care of, farewell and have a terrific couple of months until I check this thing again