Another poet I find appealing is Edna St. Vincent Millay. That's why I've bastardized text from one of her poems for tonight's journal entry title. It makes me happy to make titles that will evoke the feeling I had when I wrote an entry, when I read back through this record in the future. Perhaps it seems meaningless or unrelated to the entry
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The nice thing, I've found, is that most of the people I've met at the Merc all think they are nothing special and that no one will be interested in who they are. Those times I've kicked myself out of my social anxiety have been scary, but well worth the effort.
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I think I like you. (Though I haven't met you yet; our ...uh, auras or something, could clash with the sound of a thousand sapphire bullets being fired from a thousand automatics, but I somehow doubt it?) -- that'll change, maybe, tomorrow night? ^-^
(It would be hard not to like you; we love the same boy, and he's uniquely constructed.)
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^_^
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*ahem* Yes. :D
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