First dya of the semester tomorrow..
Mood:  lyrical
I was in the shower just a few minutes ago, and my muse came to me.. Ok. to make this less glamorous, I started singing. It was lyrics of my own making. Kinda went like this:

I hate you because of the unreturned love
I hate you because you love her
I hate you because she loves you less than I do
I hate you because I can't let go
I hate this, because you made so many promises
I hate that none of them came true...
You would have been my firwst kiss-
that's how much I loved you

so on and so forth...
I guess I just had a lot on my mind.. here's a poem I wrote a while ago... and now it's kinda true.. :(

Zeester,
He used to call me that.
I remember his sad blue eyes
The day I said goodbye.
But I still saw him
Everywhere and everyday;
In the halls,
On the street,
Outside on a sidewalk,
At my door,
And in my arms
Again and again.
But I had said godbye.

yeah.... that sucks.