'Cranberry Soda' by Ravyn LaRue

I've written eighteen out of twenty-five pages tonight

But I'm not good at this at all

The nausea still hasn't left

And I know I have goodbye letters to write

And thank you notes to send

But at this moment I want nothing of those things

And I know I need to finish strong

But the knot in my stomach

And the lump of clay that is myself

Just wants to be enveloped by my beloveds

I don't care what I do, I just don't want to do this any more

Everything makes me feel sick

And though it's pretty outside-

I'll give Chicago that much, it sure it pretty

And although it's pretty outside

It doesn't translate into anything of worth

As I know it rightly should

I have to listen to schmaltzy songs to prove my self worth

When back home, I never felt it truly questioned

I just have three days until my family arrives

To rescue me

Even they phrase it that way

And hopefully I'll get some money tomorrow

And the semester will end in six days

I have to count my blessings

Since, though I know there are many

Negativity is all too easy

I don't even know what my plan is for next year

I only have twenty-three days until 2014

I should try to get my act together

But then again, I always say that

And here we go again

Beginning of the year, and things are worse than ever

But this year it's real

And I won't just me being trivial

But at least I'll be back

And in spite of my existential crisis

I'll have my family and I'll have my home

And that is all I need, you know

Three days until that all will start

And I hope my kvetching will wash away

Since I'll surely try

I just need to rev up and get through these last three days