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Tuesday, August 25, 2009


"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or i can go mad by ricocheting in between."
-- Sylvia Plath

she says it all in these two sentences, neat and elegant, the sharp hesitance and denial from this dichotomy revealing her final (also dreadful) decision.

ONE-singular- month to promos!!!! *panics, cups face, runs around screaming*

what am i supposed to do when i am already irreparably exhausted by the end of a monday..? bleak, that is how the world looks, EVERYTHING; is weighed down by a film of sticky, heavy gloom that has descended earlier.. like falling into an oil spill, you are dripping with oil, it sticks to your skin and suffocates your pores, its asphyxiating, you swipe at it frantically but you cant quite get it off. its unnerving, seriously horribly unnerving.

oh my god. press on, on, on.

she's not here @

8:51 PM