I don't think I have ever written in my blog three times in a row, but I find it relaxing. With all of this stress, it just seems like my blog is my escape at the moment. This is my way to write, for my notebooks are packed away, meaning my stories are too. I'm trapped in a world with no stories and I'm starting to go insane... oh wait... I'm already insane. Teehee. The point is, I need to write, even if it's about my feelings. Poetry helps me, but the only place to write poetry is through this blog. This is all because of the notebooks, the packed up ones. This is helping me unwind. Yesterday, I worked from early morning to evening and I collapsed. Today, I still started early morning and ended late afternoon. Moving sucks, it's exhausting, time restraining, stressful, and overwhelming. I've moved several times in my life, but those were when I was younger, when moving was easier because I didn't need to do much. Now that I'm nearly sixteen, I'm considered the grown ups doing all the big hard work in the house. It's hard. Really hard to move.
Anyway, so since this is my escape, here is another poem/parody:
Let's get down to business!
To pack up the rooms
Didn't I ask for a summer
Went it went kaboom!
I'm suited for, the time to go
So I'll pack up and get on the move
How can I
move away from you
Anyway, so since this is my escape, here is another poem/parody:
Let's get down to business!
To pack up the rooms
Didn't I ask for a summer
Went it went kaboom!
I'm suited for, the time to go
So I'll pack up and get on the move
How can I
move away from you