The sky covers varying degrees of melancholia today, ash grey to indigo bruise. It's like walking through the set of a black and white film, where people slide like shadows along the edge of the street and wait for rain. Thinking thinking thinking last night. Not sleeping. I realise I want to be everything. And that is not possible. I want to be
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I've had times like those, and it's gutting to discover you're not Superwoman and you have to scale it down a bit .. :-(
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