Thursday, December 14, 2006
i find it very strange that my depressive moods have suddenly switched timing to the early morning instead of extremely late at night.
ahh... the long dark tea-time of the soul. douglas adams fans will know what i mean.
off to collect my bass and car, and blast very loud music.
(one thing i never quite understood was your pride in the label emo: you told me it meant you still had a heart; all i saw was puerile, self-absorbed weakness, and the inability to get up and move on. you said i was cold and callous; i said i was merely old enough to know better. i still believe in happily-ever-afters-- the only difference between you and i is that i don't expect them for myself.
we all bleed; some of us think it shameful, while others take pride in it-- wallow in it like a pig in mud. me? i'd rather not at all. but some things are no longer within my control-- and some things never were at all.)
+ fictions&fires
9:00 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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