psammead

dancing with skeletons in my closet
2003-02-10 23:42:12 (UTC)

why why why, delialah?

it's kinda wierd how my entries switch from cryptic poetic
anxieties to accounts of my day.

i love it.

this is who i am.


Othello was at a point once, he was so happy, that he
could burst. He was at the height of his work, social
standing and relationship.
The higher you are, the further to fall.
I am my own Iago.

I am Delialah. Is Samson my happiness?


I got an offer from York today - a 36 they're asking.
good job i don't want to go there.

Everyone, i think, feels like they are failing the IB, i
do every day.

picture the final tape, not the last hurdle.

imagine the best, or realise when it is.




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