poetry

I can't stop crying right now. Maybe it's the caffeine. Maybe it's the late-night concert party last night. Maybe it's poetry at 7 in the morning. Maybe it's her ego and fucking paranoia and inability to see any possibilities beyond what SHE thinks is right.

Does she realize that we have lives? Does she realize that there are other things out there that's important to us, as important as Readings might be to her? Does she realize that what she thinks is important isn't even as important as she makes it out to be, because she's such a FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN that she likes to play EVERYTHING up so much and it actually TAKES AWAY from it?

God. I don't know what else to do, except sit here and cry.

Delmar's right. Why the hell did I ever sign myself up to do this. Why the hell did any of us ever sign up to do this. Seriously. Secret's out, guys. The only reason the poetry kids are all such great pals is because people under oppression NATURALLY BOND.

Fuck.

I'll go take the rational suggestion now, and see if I can work anything out with my piano teacher, who's actually human and not some rigid construction of ego and pride and utter immovability because she's never had anyone go against her in her whole damn life and she doesn't KNOW HOW.

edit: Well, so I got the lesson swap after a ton of phone calls and stuff, but... honestly. All that was still rather silly. All reasons she listed are so irrational and she just reeks of paranoia and... god, I hate dealing with it. Seriously, it does not make as much of a difference as she thinks it does. I hate how she likes making a big deal out of everything. I think it's just like, hardwired into her system.

OK better stop now before I go into another frenzy of rants. ;lajfdldjkfkljljfl;jasfal;l;fjl;jgldjflka

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you know the best thing about doing something stupid that you regret is that you end up doing other work to try and make yourself forget, and then you become - magically - productive! because like, procrastination type work doesn't usually help you forget anything, you know, because it's sort of idle stuff and you don't really focus on anything and procrastination makes you feel useless anyway.

for those of you who are wondering, this has nothing to do with poetry. I am still mad at Ms. Sutton, but I don't think she's ever going to change, so that's that. :x