Oh no, school starts tomorrow!
Darn. And just as I've gotten back the flow of poetic inspiration. Now I have to go lock it up in some dark, dingy corner of my mind and really start studying.
The sad, awful truth about memorisation is that though it gets you good grades in subjects such as Biology and Geography, it sneaks into your creativity and murders your Muse in cold blood.
So hello, bad poetry and migraines induced by A Math! When I write next time it would be about the various components of the human eye and not prose. Sob.
And the whole lonely-in-public places thing is gonna start all over again. I think I am a misanthrope.
Too bleached and blah to form whole sentences here. Bye.