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Writing shit in the early hours of the morn, wishing there was less of me; all-or-nothing, social cripple, academic failure, neurotic, secretive, so jealous, a filthy liar.
I am not as happy as I seem when you see me.
MySpace.
FormSpring.
I am not as happy as I seem when you see me.
MySpace.
FormSpring.
November 7, 2009
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"I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road."
There is no map
and there is no road."
Anne Sexton, Originality is Important
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November 6, 2009
"Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in that wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness of our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain."
Oscar Wilde, the Picture of Dorian Gray
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godforsaken: (via shitgaze)
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