Dec. 1st, 2014

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Things I though would be harder than they were; moving house and cutting my hair. Actually moving house was a lot harder practically than I thought it would be but a lot easier emotionally.

I'm in a weird place right now where I'm gazing into the mouth of doom so often that things that would have previously knocked me down crying just don't have any effect. I already had the worst year of my life, lost my soulmate, gained nothing but weight, fuck it. I could skydive with a parachute attached to my nipple rings at this point and not be particularly enlivened by it.

That's sort of freeing, I have very little left to lose and so the fear is..different.


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