So I'm typing this from the university library, as my computer decided late last week that it would stop starting up properly. I took it back to the guy who built it and hopefully he'll have it fixed soon. Irritating though, as all of my writing is saved there and I had papers to work on.
Paper-writing in the library is near impossible. The computer areas are by no means quiet. People work on projects and talk loudly on phones. I feel I should be more understanding, considering I'm sitting in the lobby area, but its still a bit obnoxious.
I've been pretty down lately, doing the poor-me thing. No friends in some people's cases would be a cry for help and I suppose it is in mine too, but I really do feel that lately I have few people I can turn to. I try to contact those important to me and the fact that they can't take five minutes from their day to call me back and see how I'm doing hurts. Anymore, I don't think I'll worry about it. I need to focus inward. But I know it'll still hurt.
I need to send out more poetry, and get more read. I have difficulty dealing with the arrogance within the poetry community. Especially lately.
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Have you heard the mermaids singing each to each?
If you're really feel that you're drowning you need to grab someone close to you (or anyone) and explain that you need help or a friendly face. Please tell me you'll do that.
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