Bloodied hands, scabby wounds

[spiderpig]

Uncertainty
Eyes meet.
Electricity,
Was there not?
You looked away.

Hands touch.
Warmth,
Was there not?
I pulled away.

Voices called.
Music,
Was there not?
Both feigned ignorance.

Intertwining,
Neverending,
Always encircling, Hearts
Never meeting.

I'm feeling rather poetic nowadays, even though my poems aren't really poems.

ANYWAY. STUPIDITY BEQUEATHS ME. I failed my Economics test, huzzah, laugh at me. But I surprisingly passed my History test. The one which I was ready to throw out the window and into the Milky Way.

Oh well. Last day of school tomorrow, and the start of my exams on Friday. w3wt.

I need to do some research on (Glenn) Miller.

Goddamnit, I can read Chinese! AND UNDERSTAND IT TOO!