Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
-Robert Frost-
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
That's the greatest poem ever, so far I guess.
The list for the national service just came out today, or so I was told. It was like the world completely changed without me, creepy. I was taking a nap and when I woke up I was bombarded with messages about the annoying crappy and time wasting national service thing thing thingy. That was utterly shocking, coming out of the blue like that. I hope and pray and beg and wish and pray and hope and pray and hope that I'm not one of the unfortunate. Sigh sigh sigh... The government is totally ignoring me! I sent out the message to check for like, 3 times and they completely ignored me. You cannot ignore me! I paid your overpriced rip-off payment to check!
Okay, I think I'm suffering from some sort of temporary anxiety disorder. I can't think straight and I feel paranoid and nervous. Gah! For once, I admit I am a paranoid at heart but I prefer to be referred to as panicking without specific reason and/or because of irrational reasons. Maybe I am paranoid but then, the world is just too calm, way too calm.
By the way, Sabina and Joshua are creepy and diabolical, you guys are starting to scare me with your blackmailing ways... Haha. Awesomasia needs doctors! I need a doctor to diagnose me with some fatal disease like severe death or curable cancer or allergic to air or something like that. Right, I shall now get back to freaking out and panicking about Esplanade!
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