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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, April 30, 2002
i think i must be boring. or unmemorable. or obnoxious. or frightening. or suffocating. or uninteresting. or something. maybe all of them.
nobody wants to make any effort on their own to say anything worth saying to me.
maybe some people do. just not the people i want to hear from.
maybe i'll kill myself to spite you all.
ha!
[as if that were a remote possibility]
[besides, that would be -way- too much like a depressed high school girl whose boyfriend dumped her]
7:58 PM
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