i'm such a procrastinator. i have to rewrite 6-8 (or is it 8-10?) poems by thursday and write a letter on the writing process. i've redone exactly one and i should be studying for my other classes. i'm redoing the 'susan went home' one for sure. i usually don't like my endings but i love the one for that.
instead, susan went
home.
the sun was very
bright in the sky,
she looked up at it
and afterwards she
saw spots.
not my best but, eh, just something about it. the other poems aren't that great but i'll manage. i'm not sure how to rewrite the one about the overdose. my workshop really loved that one. take out a few lines and clarify should do it. some people thought it was about alcohol poisoning. well, except for the person who'd overdosed before.
today hasn't been great. i really fucked up today. i scratched my arm and cut my breasts. i was so angry i couldn't breathe. i just hate myself. i am an awful person and i told my mother some very nasty things about my sister. why am i such a bitch?
