Zombie - I feel so dead inside.
Journal Entry: Sun Jan 27, 2008, 8:36 AM
Well, it's kinda funny. You get that little ray of hope, that glimpse at a silver lining.
Then whoosh. The rug under your feet is swept away.
It's kinda funny though. I never actually thought I'd feel like this, I kinda hoped I'd react pretty well. "It won't kill me." Maybe it won't, but everything I'm on now makes me feel like I'm dead or dying.
Case in point - it's doing my head in. Every week I go shopping, use my card. PIN number in, paid. Usually same lady on the tills. Thankfully this time it was, because I had a complete blank moment. I couldn't think straight, and couldn't remember my PIN. Thankfully, gramps was on hand with his card and he (for once!) remembered his.
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There's much more to come. All I've been doing the past couple weeks is writing. As I feel worse, I write more. Not all of it is stuff I want to share, but will put up some choice moments.
It won't kill me. I know this. But it's making me feel dead inside and that's never a good thing.
- Mood:
Confused
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My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
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an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but i see no fault in taking vengeance for kindness..
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O'er the meadow a willow dost cry, come hither and wither a mortal does die
from flesh and bone, blood to soil, a fl
(/cheer)
Hope you're doing well too. And Mother Moon was fabulous, loved it.
I hope you're doing alright.
~Aimee~
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My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
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Mary
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My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
Come get your
Hmm... not really well. I'm currently in a lot of pain, actually, but I'll make it.
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My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
I'm doing OK today. Hope all is well with you too!
I hope all is well for you, dear.
~Aimee~
--
My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
--
My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
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