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9:34 PM
Monday, November 08, 2010
hanging on

So I was studying for tomorrow morning's paper, and somehow decided to indulge in fantasy 'if-only' thoughts, and then it struck me how I must most certainly have been much happier at the same time last year. At random moments the blog archive is really valuable, and I was right.

In the November of 2009 I wrote about simple dates out with you, hand in hand, favourite naps films and dinners. The only premonition would have been the lyrics of Fragile.

Which goes like this:

If people can see right through my eyes
Like an open door that I can't disguise
I won't be afraid from the tears I cry
I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside
A little fragile

So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile

Something snapped and now, I feel insanely lonely. I miss us.