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Dec 07, 2004 15:45

I hate worrying so fuckign much... I mean... seriously. ONe little thing goes wrong and it's liek the end of the world.. and I hate how I do this shit. I just wish for once I wasn't such a damn drama queen. It would work out so much better for everyone.

Sonnet 29 "When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes"

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

I love you soooo much Brittney.. no matter what I'll always be here for you.. always.
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