bittersweet

And like, fuck. I’m not studying. Because I’m thinking about so many things.

Screw life.

Of actual going to school and this sem is finito. I can finally breathe.

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I was browsing through old notebooks and I happen to run into old poems I made.

I really had this distinct melody to my poems. So unfortunate that I lost it. I think depression makes me rhyme.

Will post old poems here sometime.

One’s called “Ephemeral Surrender”

First line goes “your presence causes pandemonium”

and had this line “ours is a jargon of the most dangerous desires - the paradigm of ambivalence”

It’s sad I can’t rhyme like that anymore. I miss writing poems.