writing A Freezing Chill

[Inkfeather 597]

School time... We were supposed to interview each other using certain methods to avoid "the seven deadly sins of journalistics"

I was left out. I chose to interview myself, and it turned into a poem. I managed to make my questions in my text hit most of the deadly sins, without actually being categorized as "dangerous" questions, since they are quite open for the reciever to answer.

Well, some more sad feelings, I apologize for the repetitive nature of subject for my writing, this is just how I feel most of the time.

Sorry.