i need someone to salvage the horrifying state my physics skills are in.
or maybe it is long beyond redemption.
read a couple of blogs just now - by strangers i'd say; since i don't know them personally. &i tried not to notice the flaws in me that they enhance. maybe i'm overly-sensitive, or just insecure. or maybe i'd just admit defeat - no, i don't cook as well as she does, nor do i look as attractive as the other; hard as i try.
whatever, really. i'm not going to lower my self-expectations because of this. it's just that i hate to be woken up from the sugar-coated dreams, intended or not.
or maybe, a little more positivity may help. which is something i'm still working on...
now remind me again, what test do i have in an hour's time? i hate being snapped back to reality from my melancholy.
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.
reminiscence
coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
