She saaaaaaaaaaaaaid... I know what it's like to be read
One can only hope?
Mmmm... appreciate the pointer!
(new topic) Is it just me, or was there an uptick in longerform in these parts?
So weird (in just this moment..) to have heard the book title so often (never read it), but not be finally hearing (well, reading) the author's name until this crazed year of her passing.
It rather makes sense given in the context of the “talk is cheap” maxim.
The internet: the great past contacts memories generator. Just yesterday I was trying to remember the last name of a Myspace personage that I actually wrote/recorded a song loosely about. (I mean, okay, its title is precisely her first name, which I suppose could lead some to believe the song is way more about her. But it's actually a lot of shadowy imagery inspired by just a couple of her photos.)
> I know I need to slap myself out of it and take steps > towards getting better. But why? What difference would it > make when in a couple of months I'll just feel the same > way again. What's the use of trying? What's the use of me? > > I don't know anymore. Perhaps it's an identity crisis, > where the person I once thought was me is no more. Or > perhaps it was never there in the first place. Just > a facade. > > Or maybe I don't know what I'm talking about
Kind of reminds me of this stuff.