Poetry

well that was a constructive 24 hours....not
uhg this is bollocks i am sat on this computer listening to the ocational scream or cry of a wounded 7 years old.
no one is on msn and i feel so desperatly lonely and ditatched, i feel like the world is leaving me behind and something big is happenenig that i dont know about and that all my frineds are in on it and im left out...its a conspiracy!
*inner vioce* that melissa is called paranioa.....paranoia online :( *sob*
well ive got it all together now so im starting work on my project woohoo
nothing much else to say got more biology to do and english *groan*
i have spent the last god knows how many hours re-reading all my poetry and just realised how cringingly bad it all is and i mean serious emo slitty cuting bad ugh how horrific :'(
well thats all for now really hot and the trosers im wearing re too tight they really hurt!