I really hate this poetry month. Like, REALLY REALLY REALLLLLLY Hate it.
I can’t focus today, I can’t choose what to draw, what to write, or anything.
IM SO FRUSTERATED.
The library is closed, I have to go to my dads today, and I CAN’T WRITE A SINGLE GOOD POEM.
I felt like throwing up this morning, I forgot it was picture day, And I was late to my first block.
I’m failing math, and I have to socialize at my dads house.
TODAY SUCKS.
Days like this are the worst. Writers and artists deal with these days. What I want you to know is this, I’m proud of you…despite feeling like this, you showed up and you wrote a poem. That is what makes a writer. Hope today gets better!