the winter is slow and i can't seem to let certain people run through my fingers like i would want to. i dress up on snow days, i don't know how else to be. i feel confident in telling people i love that i hate them because in my language that actually means that i adore them. i'm, in a way, afraid of everything lately. i've been looking back on my past weeks and feeling like i've achieved nothing except a few good hair sessions. i have become the type of woman i always hated and judged. i am the winter at it's coldest.

2003-12-06, 12:08 p.m.
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