Okay so I figured it's been a while since I tapped the good ol' "update journal" button. Here it is.

Well you may have heard from my gorgeous friend Wolfey that our school is doing the production of "Annie" this year. (For you noonoos who don't know what "Annie" is it's that fantabulous musical with a litte ginger girl in it who is an orphan that gets adopted by a millionaire.) I have the wicked witch part. Or at least, the part that would be the wicked witch if there was a wicked witch in the play. I am the bitchy drunk lady (main part XD)that owns the orphanage. Yes, I am... *duhn duhn duhn duhhhhhhhhhhhn* Miss Hannigan. So yeah.

And I am having a huge tiny big small mental breakdown.

And I wrote a poem. (If only you could hear me say ' poem ' in a cheesey american accent...) In English. About the first world war. Let me know what you think :

When The World Went To War

The guns stand poised
Ready to unleash their anger
Bullets tearing through the air
Hungry for innocent flesh
And behind their masks of bravery
The soldiers are breaking with guilt
As the corpses that lie in the trenchs
Cry everlasting tears of blood
Waiting for the savage slaughter to end

The soil is muddy
And oozing with blood
A pointless frustration
Brewing in an artillery
Waiting for a reason to kill
They're just children with guns
Children who don't know why they are fighting
And the sun beats down on them
Like a fist to a cheek
Many die by the hand of a silent killer
Be it gas of lack of food
A suffering to last 'til the end of forever
The horror of the battle field to haunt them

Back home they haven't been heard of
Are the kids dead or alive
If only they knew
The role of a soldier is minor
For they can be easily replaced
Each with a bright and happy future
To lie in a trench full of rats
With not so much as a tombstone over head
For now they sit drinking their sorrows
Each of them weakened and tired
Only then did they know that the world was at war