I feel miserable
Thesis deadlines make me ill
I feel miserable
Microfilm machines tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Library fines are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of writing essays that I feel this way?
With the blue rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Emily Dickinson, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.
I feel miserable
Missing journal issues rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Inconvenient library opening hours defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Expensive photocopying are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
I feel miserable
Thesis deadlines make me ill
I feel miserable
Microfilm machines tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Library fines are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of writing essays that I feel this way?
With the blue rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Emily Dickinson, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.
I feel miserable
Missing journal issues rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Inconvenient library opening hours defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Expensive photocopying are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
Oh dear some of that is true.
that’s great, deb! – i am too embarrassed to post mine.