mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Which I Freak Out and Then Am Okay Exam in, what, eleven hours? And I feel ready but you guys know, better than anybody else, that I often feel ready when I am not even a little bit. Let's metaphor that. I think I just did. I started writing a story today, about a girl who can't stop seeing her own bones when she looks at her hands and who can't glance up at the mirror when she is brushing her teeth because there is no skin on her face, no muscle, just gleaming bare skull. I found a white hair on my head this morning. The two are not related, are they? I guess what I mean is I am acutely aware of my aging, which is a ridiculous thing for a twenty-six year old woman to be, but I sometimes sit in my bedroom and I stare at the belongings I have accumulated and it dawns on me that one day I will not live in this house or in any house or at all and maybe this house won't even be here and there won't be any skin on me, I will be empty and gone and and and and... you know? Sudden and unsettling realization that not even *I* am permanent. Whatever. I have too much going on right now to worry about that, which is ALSO silly because when is there not time to worry about being alive and then not being alive? I told Trang about my Dad a few days ago and she laughed it off but I could tell she was shaken. She made a joke: "So THAT'S where you get it from!" And that's enough of that talk. 12:04 a.m. - 2010-02-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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