oh SHIT. i have to teach a poem in english class tomorrow. fuck fuck fuck fuck...(etc.)

i. need. to. sleep. not analyze some stupid poem. maybe rino will go for that...maybe she won't...maybe i'll find a poem and make up some b.s. during lunch. yeah, i think i'll do that.

i really just can't care any more. none of it matters so much, none of it does anything at all for me, and i really hate analyzing things. i'd much rather read them than pick them apart.

sleeping. or reading. NOT working. end of story.