Kill me on a saturday night...

Feeling: whiney
Another day just sat here in the same 'four walls'. No money to do anything, no will to do anything. I have a bunch of work to do for uni which is gonna be cool, but I need to find a contemporary poem that I like so that I can talk about it in the poetry lecture on Monday. I CAN'T FIND ONE AT ALL!!! Can you believe that? The whole of the internet must surely have one decent little fucking poem. I've had to start my light therapy again. I've had to start it all over again.
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and why is that?