ever had the feeling that someone was making meringue out of your insides? and it just keeps bubbling bigger and bigger?

or that you want something so bad, but wanting it makes you sad because you know you'll never get it? or you tell yourself that so you don't get your hopes up?

yeah, me too.

i'm sick of biology. it's taking over my life. and then i go to bed sad because i haven't talked to my friends in so long (excepting my lovely roomies) and i want to know what's going on in everyone's lives.

also, poetry is still coming. i haven't had as much time to write as i thought, but i need to. just get some angst out.