Dec 11, 2005 17:17
"Mary Lennox, for as long as you will have us, we are yours, Colin and I, and this is your house, and this, my lovely child, is your garden."
So I am torturing myself by listening to The Secret Garden (I haven't listened to it since September).
I miss it...
I wish I could be who I was then.
Wow, this sounds exactly like Char's entry. Sorry Char.
I felt loved there.
I want to be the same person, and I try.
But it's not gonna happen.
Sometimes I just lie down and pretend that there is sun outside and the book I'm holding is my script and tomorrow is another day at SPACE.
Then I open my eyes and see the snow, and see The Odyssey, and realize that it's been 5 months and I still haven't gotten over it.
Ugh.
Sorry, this is stupid...