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Monday, December 04, 2006

"People hide their truest natures. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves? Keep a cloack, that was fine, the thing to do; present a disguise, the ouside you, the one you want people to believe."

from The Ice Queen, by Alice Hoffman
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It was a sad but beautiful novel, I felt.

It's Decemeber already. Actually, 2 years in JC is just right. 1 year's too short, 3 year's too long. 2 is just right. Not too long for too deep an attachment to form, not too short to make only acquaintances.

It feels scary to grow up. I'm not ready for the world yet. I don't wanna grow up.



Won't you look at me baby.


writing at 2:51 AM

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