With myself,
With everyone else.
But what does it matter?
Because I shouldn't bother any of you with these silly things,
Silly things about how selfish I am.
When I run through previous conversations in my head
I realize that 90% of what I said was idiotic.
Or selfish
Or I just didn't say anything at all.
I hate when I go back and realize how utterly selfish I am.
It's... gross.
Chalk that up on the list, would you?
I'm upset with the poem I just submitted to the Red Cross contest
On a Hero.
One person who changed the world.
I chose John Lennon.
And the problem started there,
Because how in hell could I write something to show how much of a hero Lennon was?
I don't have that power; I can't write poems about people.
(A lie... it just depends on how it's being written.)
But directly on a person,
It's difficult.
To get right.
I'll post it later.
But right now,
I shouldn't be blogging,
The bus will be here soon.
And then I'll be at school.
It's Friday.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Have a good day, all.
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