'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

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I feel horrible. Sometimes curling yourself up into a tight ball and letting your vision gradually blur with hot tears does wonders. Because you're momentarily purged of so much pent up feelings. Crying without inhibitions is an art by itself, for if correctly exectued it provides tremendous relief of sorts. You can worry about the aftermath (bloodshot eyes, runny nose etc etc) later, but right then and there all you can do (and all you really want to do) is to cry. And cry you will. Hard.

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