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Thursday, July 30, 2009

leaving + 1 ply toilet paper.

I've come to realise that 'leaving' is the worst thing I have ever had to face in my life. Everything negative I have ever had to experience has had something to do with leaving; my parents leaving me with all their shit for months at a time, leaving relationships, even leaving instruments. leavingleavingleaving.

It seems that all humans do is leave. We leave home to go to school or work, only to leave that at the end of the day too. We leave family when we grow up, we leave college for jobs, we leave jobs for other jobs. Life just seems to be an endless chain of LEAVING.

But the leaving that I tortures me most is when I have to leave Zac everyday. Seriously, why bother? It cuts me up a little on the inside every time.

I have to say though, the only thing worse than leaving is 1 ply toilet paper. Whose idea was it? [edit; i'm not speaking from experience, okay?]

Jo and I are going to see harry potter again this weekend, and at a tiny, old movie theatre as well. I can't wait.
I feel terrible though, because we'll be having fun while Zac is off at a piano eisteddfod. Good luck - his AMus prowess is hot. (:

ps. we lost a baby tonight. goodbye, Z. i loved you. i'm genuinely upset.

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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