Well I looked over all of my poetry in devart last night. I feel like maybe I should start writing again. But there's no motivation like there was. My problems feel way... I don't know, way bigger? I'm not worried about my mom being stuck, or the boy I love not loving my back.
Now I'm worried about money. lol. And school. Things that are not quite so eloquent in poetry.
Anyway, so yesterday I discovered a minefield of zits on my chin. Like right below my lip and above my chin, in that little area. It's brutal! So I spent like, twenty minutes trying to pop an almost black head, and then the thing that finally came out was solid in nature. It