1:10 p.m. - 06/16/02
fall from heights so high.
they say don't fear your dreams/ it's easier than it seems... I have two e-mails about my poetry (from people I expect actually critiqued it) and even though they are currently open in other windows, I am absolutely terrified to read them. it's a very good thing I decided not to be an actress. I can't imagine a life filled with auditions and rejections and, hey, we'll call you when they really won't, and it's not you, it's us. in general, the competitive arts are very similar to romance gone awry.
and just for the record the current perceptions entry, is one of my all-time favorites. nostalgia is the nectar of our fallen gods...
I don't know where my head is. I think my head is in those other windows, scurrying about with fear. I should just read them, but then this mind-blowing entry would fail to exist. why do I feel my words are so inadequate lately? why do I feel like no matter what I say, silence is more appropriate?
I've been thinking about school, and I planned to write on that, but considering how brilliant I'm being, I think I'll wait. I think I want to write about school, when I actually have coherent words.
ugh.
chord
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