Monday, January 11, 2010


This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.

January by Leandro Bassano

        If you haven't guessed, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. What kinds of things do you tend to get paranoid about (ie. relationships, work, the government)?


Dorkmaster Flek said...

I get a little paranoid about responsibilities, like owning a house. :P What if I lose my job tomorrow? I know it's highly unlikely, but I can't help worrying about that.

Katie said...

I worry that my life will be pointless and unhappy. I'm terrified of having no money and not being capable of supporting even just myself.

On another note, I totally love this poem!