(The sadness will last forever.)” —Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
I’ve been living off coffee, pita bread and cucumber.
Literature exam is tomorrow.
I want to cry.
I’m too stupid and shallow for this class.
My age has killed me.
I’m 17 and I’ve lost all imagination.
And I’m not getting any thinner either.
I think I’m the only one who has to curl my hair
And put makeup on to study.
I just need to go for a walk,
But I need to analyse Sylvia Plath.
how does she expect me to write a 5 page analysis on this??
The gangster I like winky-faced my best friend. :(