Infirmary

jan 7, 2025

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Vishnu Loquette

current mood: chillish

currently eating: goldfish

currrently drinking: coke

listening to: sorry - hodgy beats

quote: "children are strange and foreign to me, i never really was one."

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infirmary

where the ill reside

the last room before death

the other students seem to be okay

walking and talking

here i lie

drenched in agony

my body is fight to kill

and save me

while my mind is the mediator

my eyes are heavy

a vacant body

with a mind dreaming

of a better tommorow

as the schreeches of a bell

jolt me back to reality

yet i wasn't healed

for i have another illness

that has no cure.

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hello again.

i went to school yesterday. that was quite a time.

as for my school life, its quite dead. nothing really happens. i don't really know anyone.

i threw up my second period though.

i was at my desk and i was kinda bored so i wanted to read a couple pages of the new book i got.

well a couple of pages in and then my vision starts to get all weird, like when you get up way too fast.

and then i feel like i can't breathe, so i ask the teacher to go to the office to sit down. he writes me up and i quickly get out.

but all of a sudden my body pulls me to the trash can nearby and i start vomiting.

and then i start vomiting AGAIN on my way to the office.

some lady nearby saw it all and took me to the nurses office.

then i collapsed onto the infirmary bed.

it turns out my teacher also saw it all too, as later he came to visit me.

weird, i had always that he was kind of a jerk. but after all this maybe he's not so bad after all.

i also overheard some kid walk by and say "oh so thats why that foo isn't in 3rd." "that kid is in my 3rd period." the nurse guy didn't seem to care.

come to think of it, he really didn't care about much. he was pretty checked out. anyway yeah. i was there on the bed.

i came up with that poem you saw earlier as i laid there.

i must have been in some weird state as next thing i know i have to get up and go to lunch.

so that was something...

today i got to stay home, hooray!!! ill see what i do. i might play my wii or something.. ive been getting really into modding again recently. and i also really want to install gentoo again... but alas no time for that. argghh!!!

we should have another school break, just saying...

 

yours truly,

vishnu loquette.

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Awakening 

jan 1, 2025

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Vishnu Loquette

current mood: angelic

currently eating: nothing at the moment

currrently drinking: coke

listening to: join me in death 1998 - him

quote: "i am a prosthetic angel."

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i am a prosthetic angel.

my wings are torn,

by the claws of my battles.

i have fallen,

my scars burn.

i take this feather,

to repair myself.

an artifical angel,

seeking to become true.

guided by the wings of this new world.

that take me to the peaceland.

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hello. im alexei.

im a teenager who loves poetry. and stuff.

yeah, im no good at introductions. but i think you get the point. anyway.

today feels like the first day of my life. i know that may seem odd to say, but i truly feel it now.

all my life, i felt like i was waiting for something. and now i feel ive reached it.

but i didn't know happiness was so lonely.

ive started a journal both here and in real life to mark down my life, and people i meet. and things that happen.

i have always been looking at peoples lives, and seeing what they do. peoples stories rlly facinate me.

so its odd finally trying to live my own. nobody ever gives you a guide book on how to "live".

it seems we are just expected to figure it out ourselves...

i cant think of anything else to write.

later.

 

yours truly,

vishnu loquette. 

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Journal End.