Tuesday, March 20, 2007

life

i need a life.
i need friends.
i miss my friends.

i feel so dreadful of everything.
argh, i want to scream!

Oh God Father, save me. tell me, my heart is lost in my dreamland.

His forty-third year. His small time's end. His time-
Who saw Infinity through the countless cracks
In the blank skin of things, and died of it.
-A.S. Byatt, Possession

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