October 2009
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
– The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
help me through the hopeless haze.
“hold in your breath till you come back up in full hold in your breath til you thought it through, you foolish child…”
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Everyday is just another act.
I feel like an actress. Everyday I meticulously pick out a costume. I stand in the mirror scrutinizing my face. I then cover it with creams and powders in hopes that I will look somewhat attractive. I tousle my hair and think about...
3/4 time.
Waltz in C# minor, op. 64 no.2 composed by Frédéric Françoi Chopin.
on repeat.
