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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-01-11 09:27 pm
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-01-11 09:27 pm
"The Wind is Full of a Thousand Voices..."
Tale of Two Cities spoilers... O_o
Okay, I don't have to have seen the movie (ages ago) or heard from Mum to know that wonderful Sydney is going to die. Not just because he's my favourite character, but just because. I can tell. Damn it, and I do like him. Terribly. I already feel bad about this. And I despise Darnay. God, he is Annoying. And Sydney is going to die. This is Not Fair. I am being cheated. I might actually go back to War and Peace. At least Tolstoy believes in happy endings.
Feeling rather terrible today. Feel rather pathetic, really. Spent half an hour crying on Mum, and that wasn't enough. Want to cry more. Want to stop feeling so inadequate. I hate that literature isn't as easily accessible as art. What it means is that I'm left by myself in the background while everyone cooes and adores over Waen. It means, basically, that I might as well not exist for all the notice people take of me when they're over.
Damn, damn, damn. I ish people believed that someone my age can write. I wish people read what I wrote. And I wish Sydney was allowed to live. I want to keep my Jackal.
Okay, I don't have to have seen the movie (ages ago) or heard from Mum to know that wonderful Sydney is going to die. Not just because he's my favourite character, but just because. I can tell. Damn it, and I do like him. Terribly. I already feel bad about this. And I despise Darnay. God, he is Annoying. And Sydney is going to die. This is Not Fair. I am being cheated. I might actually go back to War and Peace. At least Tolstoy believes in happy endings.
Feeling rather terrible today. Feel rather pathetic, really. Spent half an hour crying on Mum, and that wasn't enough. Want to cry more. Want to stop feeling so inadequate. I hate that literature isn't as easily accessible as art. What it means is that I'm left by myself in the background while everyone cooes and adores over Waen. It means, basically, that I might as well not exist for all the notice people take of me when they're over.
Damn, damn, damn. I ish people believed that someone my age can write. I wish people read what I wrote. And I wish Sydney was allowed to live. I want to keep my Jackal.