I feel somewhat better now.

For the record, I don't write poetry about real people except myself, and these are usually scathing indictments of my own personality. All other poems were written about fictional people/relationships or about concepts..and most of my more recent poems were written on demand from my Lit Mag sponsor anyway. -_-; Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't be dumb enough to put it in the public eye. I mean, I'm not that smart, but I'm not that stupid either.

Anyway... Other problems: there is a chance that I'll get two C's on my report card this six weeks. Hopefully there will be a Miracle of God and this will NOT HAPPEN (thinking about it makes me sick), because I don't know what my parents will do if such a thing (unprecedented as it is) occurs. -__-; Our evil renters are finally out of the property, but the bastards stole the keys AND the garage door openers. Christ, these people just don't know when the hell to give up (and if you want to know why I worry about this..the money they don't pay us, and the time they take up preventing new people from coming in, wastes my COLLEGE MONEY. I NEED that money, dude). And, lastly, if I don't start on my college apps like NOW then I may be screwed.

So yeah. More than one thing dragging me into all this angst. -__-;