Even the waters of Lethe cannot make a stranger of you again.

All this sensibility in me, set against the constant, desperate struggle to retain my good sense.

You met me at a very Chekhovian time in my life.

If I pay 7k for one therapy sesh, I expect to be born anew.

All these moon pictures remind me of college, when a professor asked if we'd seen last night's particularly beautiful moon. I told him I hadn't. I live in downtown, and when you look up there's hardly any sky to speak of, only a crowded stretch of rooftops. We all laughed.

My mother has long, beautiful hair, and whenever I ask her how she came to have such lovely hair, she tells me her mother used to pray for it, just as she prays for mine. And yet, in a fit of inexplicable madness, I had mine cut short. She reproaches me for it every single day.

If any of you has seen Jane Austen Book Club, you'll remember Jocelyn reading, in a single night, all the books Grigg gives her hroughout the movie. That's the kind of reading I need right now, books handed to me by someone who wants me, and wants me to know the things they love.

I should like to be doted on today. My heart is awfully dreary. :(

I am quite certain that an indecent amount of white chocolate might make my life marginally more bearable.