And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Monday, August 18, 2008

Agony

Words cannot describe how much pain I feel right now. So I drown myself in distractions. In video games. In work. In writing. Anything to take my mind off what how awful, empty, and depressed I feel.

Don't ask for an explanation, please. It's far too personal.

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