Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Listening to: Copeland - Hold Nothing Back
Mood: ...they don’t make words for this.

This has been one of the most vulnerable days of my life.

I am physically ill.

I have inhabited someone else’s body and my sense of balance has dissolved.

My eyebrows go up in the middle when I cry; my chin has a thousand dimples.

I can break into a million pieces.

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