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[24 Feb 2004|04:34pm] |
I am going to ask that the next time I complain about anything in my life, someone please take the liberty of smacking me across the face.
I don't know where to begin. I don't know how to take all of these broken pieces and put them back together again.
I've spent so much time searching for something constant, when in reality it's been presented to me nicely on a silver platter for my entire life. I guess this is a normal reaction for me, someone who has been so blessed, to not be able to comprehend what it's like to not have that constant variable.
There are people out there that have to confront pain so extreme that it is unfathomable to me. And I try not to ask too many questions, I try to be as understanding and comforting as I can possibly be, but I don't know how he's feeling; I can never relate.
"How it was. How it was that the earth could open up under you and swallow you whole, close above you as if you never were. Like Persephone snatched by the god. The ground opened up and out he came, sweeping her into the black chariot. Then down they plunged, under the ground, into the darkness, and the earth closed over her head, and she was gone, as if she had never been."
--Janet Fitch, White Oleander
When the clock strikes 11:11 tonight, I will make a wish for a particular person who is not as fortunate as I am.
xxx
Alex
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