I feel completely overwhelmed by my school workload and my mind is a
messy combination of negative prefixes. I'm constantly whirling in my
abyss of hope and there is a light I can see it; I can almost touch
it, feel it. Just as easy conversation builds its happy feelings on my
frazzled nerves, this gentle wave of anticipation warms my numb
fingers with something warm.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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