Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Sunday, February 20, 2005
nope not okay
i am upset. feeling sad. dont know if i can do anything about it. dont know if i dare to do anything about it. i hope it'll pass over soon.
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