I don't want to

I don't want to fall to pieces

Poetic Discernings

Not really, but it's obvious that I can't study 8 hours straight without deviating. I took one hour to nap, and then another hour to write some pseudo-poetic rubbish behind my History study syllabus.

Amidst a cup of Lemon-Lime juice, Milo and a serving of fries. Large. I took four hours to slowly pick my way through. =D Ah. Saltiness. Somewhat like

tears?

( CONFUSED (for lack of a better title) )

( Random haiku )

( Another nameless piece of rubbish )

I think I shall scan in this page and like, put it up. It's remotely aesthetically pleasing (oh my spelling!) and yeah. I need a break from academia. I've got the flu. The lovebug has caught me. I need a plumber for my heart nose.