conversation
"i'm lost. and maybe no one has noticed or maybe no one cares. but i am. i'm lost."
"i know."
"so, what do i do?"
"you have to figure it out for yourself."
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just a thought
"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time..." --Sylvia Plath
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previous posts
- hiccups
- realization: the rejection factor
- i can't think of a title.
- breakdowns
- i hate that
- words
- twenty-three
- the sick poetry of it all
- not in the know
- the leather jacket
Sunday, December 18, 2005
"i know."
"so, what do i do?"
"you have to figure it out for yourself."
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