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janestarzNo, please don't hurt me. I'm anorectic!
This is going to be such a flunk. I'll trip over some piece of rubbish and fall flat on my face. I'll forget my lines. What lines. Do I have lines?! I'll screw up and be thrown out of the dramaclass, school, the Netherlands and Europe. I'll be forced to retire early and spend the rest of my days (all the 60 years I have ahead of me) doing nothing at all because when I had the chance to do something, I screwed up.
All the while I can't think about anything else than that I invited the entire class to come, and neither them, nor Nyna or TommyCee will be there. Only Storyteller will be able to make it here.
And there I stand, all alone. The mountain makes my heart crumble and the wind gashes my hair. It flings wildly while my muscles engage into the battle to not let me fall. Idly, I stare into the horizon, longing for a friend who'll tell me I'm looking good, tell me I'll be fine. Please, tell me I'll live, tell me there's hope. Tell me I can make it on my own. Tell me I shall have no fights and will live happily ever after.
The mountain shakes, my fists pound the side as my face nearly hits the surface. The wind lifts me up, my muscles relinquishing command, untensing, as they know I have lost every fight I shall ever try and fight. My heart is crushed by the heavy rockface, my eyes fill with the face's rain.
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This is going to be such a flunk. I'll trip over some piece of rubbish and fall flat on my face. I'll forget my lines. What lines. Do I have lines?! I'll screw up and be thrown out of the dramaclass, school, the Netherlands and Europe. I'll be forced to retire early and spend the rest of my days (all the 60 years I have ahead of me) doing nothing at all because when I had the chance to do something, I screwed up.
All the while I can't think about anything else than that I invited the entire class to come, and neither them, nor Nyna or TommyCee will be there. Only Storyteller will be able to make it here.
And there I stand, all alone. The mountain makes my heart crumble and the wind gashes my hair. It flings wildly while my muscles engage into the battle to not let me fall. Idly, I stare into the horizon, longing for a friend who'll tell me I'm looking good, tell me I'll be fine. Please, tell me I'll live, tell me there's hope. Tell me I can make it on my own. Tell me I shall have no fights and will live happily ever after.
The mountain shakes, my fists pound the side as my face nearly hits the surface. The wind lifts me up, my muscles relinquishing command, untensing, as they know I have lost every fight I shall ever try and fight. My heart is crushed by the heavy rockface, my eyes fill with the face's rain.
This helps. (see previous entries)
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Date: 2001-12-18 01:35 pm (UTC)Don't you ever think something like that!! I wanted to come but had already made plans. Above all, I DID thought of you. I told my roommates about you and they all like the idea of you playing. They all like you, if I speak of you. So don't you say something like you did before.
I pray for you that everyting went the way like you wanted
Nyna