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Monday, February 27, 2006

im ready to die


Friday, February 24, 2006

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

Bertrand Russell

 

ouch...that hits..hard
i fear love, i am dead terrified of it, i cringe at the thought of it
but i also fear life...i am afraid of whats in the future..where i'll be..
everyone is so worried about what they'll do when the graduate blah blah college
that terrifies me too

looks like i'm dead three-fold

i'm afraid of love and life
i hate them both


here's another fabulous quote..

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Ingrid Bergman

aww....



Monday, February 20, 2006

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

 

i love edgar allan poe....alot of his works put my feelings into a better form of expression
i wish i could write...
i wish i could tell you that i can't love you
I cant love anyone...

 

i'll ponder this and many other things...while re-evaluating my life
is it really worth living??








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