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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