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Snow in the city is a beautiful thing! I am sure of this.
I've bought a new journal and have been experimenting the past week by writing down every (well, almost every) thought that has come to my conscious mind. I am learning a lot about myself.. I've decided that I think Sylvia Plath is pretty, and brilliant, and..
This body of sorrow looms over me like a rain cloud, ready to pour at the right moment when I am without a hood. I have been feeling so good the past two weeks that "it" has to be coming soon, it just has to! How pathetic it is to feel like you have to excuse your happiness - like you don't deserve it. What a tired body I live in. It seems like there is not enough sleep possible to keep these heavy eyelids unshut. Still, my ears are open and I am listening to you - I always have been.