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Writing regularly is kind of failing à le moment (I've had a very busy couple of weeks) but now it's just four more sleeps until spring break & I'm sitting next to my open window with the sun pouring in. Re-reading Lolita & listening to music, it already feels like break! This is really the first time in about three weeks that I've felt completely ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I forget to take me voice with me. Must remember to talk. Writing isn't a substitute. Hundred times easier, better, but not a substitute. Staying in my room far too much. Walking to the park isn't enough. Talking to squirrels and Little Robin Redbreast doesn't count. Watched Brokeback Mountain last night in memory of H.L. You can' ( Read more... ) -
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Eleven days left at home. Going to use this to get through university this semester.
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Reading about the Beaumont children and little Maddie. I don't know why I do this to myself; it's too, too sad. Sadness that almost turns to fear, sitting alone in my room with the curtains shut and the door locked (wish I was brave enough to leave it open). I need to speak to someone who loves me, I'm feeling not enough human. I think most of ( Read more... ) -
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I always underestimate just how difficult it is to travel away. To leave papa on the platform, and mum at home; to get on the train; to sit in the snow waiting for a bus that has no heating and uncomfortable seats; to feel that at any moment we might skid off the road; to make the decision "can I really afford a taxi ( Read more... ) -
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I can't see the stars anymore. Thank goodness I remembered to bring my glow in the dark ones. I feel so lonely in this place.
