Monday 24 November 2008
A Declaration.
My pathetically pointless narcissism is the only thing keeping me alive.
The declaration not said in the traditional sense of the 'One day I might achieve something' vanity but simply because I can't compose an articulate enough farewell note that would be at least of some true representation of myself. It'd be my last stand as a perfectionist I suppose...
My excuse to procrastinate? I'll do it soon, I promise.
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I check your blog repeatedly on a daily basis hoping you’ve left behind some wonderful snippet of words to stimulate my senses.
If I could come up with a tiny drop of your creative aura, I’d find a way to make passionate love to myself!
I don’t care if you can only find the time to publish a blog post once a month! I’d still be waiting at the door anxiously, eyes bright and wide.
P.S.
With the tiny bit I have read from you, I find you to be quite a fascinating person. Your friends must cherish you.
So, what I am trying to say is, cancel that damn farewell note! Please!
Sardine
I'm sending you my love, in waves. It is crossing the ocean like on soft white cloud. It should reach you soon, please wait until you feel it's warmth.
Goodbye, goodbye, I hate the word. Solitude has long since turned brown and withered, sitting bitter in my mouth and heavy in my veins. ~R.M. Grenon
Farewell Sardine. Be well ... and happy navel gazing to you. If not happy, then at least let navel gazing be good company for you, and if not good company, I hope there's some comfort to it.
You are brilliant. I wish you would choose not to be silent. But if that's your choice. I wish you well. I will miss you.
You all probably think me an attention seeking child after writing this entry but it was the only thing clear enough in my mind I could articulate and comprehend.
I really don't deserve the care of three such kind spirits as I'm really not worth the emotional investment at the end of the day.
You are worth more than you know...
Why did you make this announcement? Do you want us to stop you, or do you want us to witness your demise?
Watching somebody suffer is unbearable - and I know what I'm talking about...been there, done that...
If you promise that you will carry out your plan, don't promise *me* that you will carry it out...
I'm more than willing to lend a hand or an ear...email me if you want, but don't make us all feel helpless...
I don't want to be the witness of your demise (again, been there, done that)...I would rather be the person who listens - if you're ready to talk.
Take care...
I once wrote a series a series of suicide notes from the point of a young girl being too dramatic. We can never reach perfection so we should never strive for anything but ultimaye failure.
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