One More Year

The random ramblings of a woman in her last year before real life...

Saturday, September 25, 2004

In the face of it all

"Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon
he said I don't seem to be happy about this
and I don't seem to be happy about that
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love"

Thanks Paul, you are the best for non-directional reflective times like this. What will I do when I am no longer here?

"Somebody could walk into this room
and say your life is on fire
its all over the evening news
all about the fire in your life
on the evening news"

Numoy sent me a poem today, she is beautiful and cultured and amazing. Mostly because I love her, but as I said last night, when explaining this love: she is incredible.

"there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late"

Jess came with me today, and we sat and joked about sex to lighten the mood. She is entirely lovely and I sometimes forget until I see her smile.

Tonight I am staying in, staving off nausea with candy and junk food, chick-flicks and economics. Maybe not the best combination to settle my stomach, but overall, exactly what I need.

Tomorrow I will wake up and be the same person I have always been. Tomorrow I will be moved and changed by what I have become.

"Don't let it bring you down, its only castles burning"



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