A hit and miss parade of tragic teenaged poetry. About the former teenaged poet. When I was in college, I took several literature courses. Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind. Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,. But as for me, hélas. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,.

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Monday, February 06, 2006. Ok, so i have a new guy. he is really really great. we met at a party of a mutual friend. actually, when i say party, it was like, six or so of us who all happened to show up there at the same time and alcohol. i dont remember much at all about that night. i remember getting there, and the first few shots. GREAT! I told myself so! Serves me right for liking someone! .

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Student. Friday, May 1, 2009. How did that happen? Well, I have to offer some apologies. I have not blogged in a very VERY long time.

There are very few pages of my diary left to share, but still so many confessions. Drunk of turpentine and long kisses,. Summer, roses sailboat direct,. Twisted toward the death of the thin day,. Grounded in solid marine frenzy. Pale and tied to my devorante water. I crossed in the sour smell of the discovered climate,. Even dress grey and sounds bitter,.

Office of letters and light. There are several pros and cons to this.