In that book which is
My memory ...
On the first page
that is the chapter
when
I first met you
Appear the words ...
Here begins a new life
-Dante Alighieri
My paradox: I am in a four year relationship, in which I often lack the emotional capacity to be romantic. And yet, I love love poems.
On a completely separate strand - sometimes I pretend that people read this blog and grow fond of me. Not in a unrequited love sort of way, just in a -- well, that's why she's so odd - I get it, neat -- sort of way. How's that for revealing vanity? If I am vain, I'm the most insecure vain person I've ever met.
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yeah I am getting better thanks to meds. My spring break isn't untill end of march unfortunatley. O well lol
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