Button Pash

This is so boring

I don't even know what to write here

Nothing to write about

when there is nothing to think about

and nothing worth thinking about

Now she tells me to write down my feelings

For what, then?

I'm obviously quite mad at her

and think she's a stupidface--

And now she's mad at me, too

Oh well

What goes around comes around, mom

And

apparently

splitting

words

like

this

is supposed

to be

“stylish”

Okay, so don't do it too much, then

Well

How was I supposed to know that?

Poetry doesn't make any sense

This is so boring