Monday, Mar. 03, 2003/10:24 pm

nothing done

Pages left unturned.

Notes still present in the same spot on my desk.

Art folders all over my bedroom floor.

Not one thing done.

We had a teacher training day today but school starts again tommorrow.

I don't think i'll go.

I'll do the same thing i always do.

Hide, run, cut, purge, find some other way to deal with it.

I don't know how other people concentrate on the work, it seems impossible.

I can't fit it into my thoughts. Theres no space left.

I just leave it,

and leave it,

and leave it.

One more week goes by.

2 weeks.

4 weeks.

It means nothing to me.

/dreary/dirty/dire/decending downwards/

A whole gapes through my heart.

Unable to be filled by spaghetti letters or maryland cookies.

When will i ever learn?