Realized that today is the one-and-a-half year anniversary of my online journal.
Realized that for a good portion of the past year and a half, I've been writing much of it for one person in particular -- the first person to have the URL -- and have been sort of excluding the rest of the world at times. Briefly wondered yesterday if that's such a bad thing at all. I'm of the snobbish belief that it takes a hell of a lot to understand me anyway.
Have been reading poetry from one of the books Nathan assisted me in ripping off: "100 Love Sonnets" by Pablo Neruda. They're beautiful.
Need to go to sleep. Haven't been feeling well for the past few days: chest pain and stuff... In a way, I like the very beginning of being sick, because it's a wonderful excuse to chug orange juice and sleep.
Love,
~Helena*
"Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras ~ secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma..." --Pablo Neruda