Work was devastating today. "I imagine this is what is feels like to be slowly poisoned." One, I was truly thinking that as I withered in my black t shirt. Two, it's the opening sentence to my AP essay. I wrote it in red crayon with the words how dramatic and synesthesia underneath it. It's coming together, I think.

I wrote my schedule on a complimentary postcard. I have two wendesdays off. How alluring.

Yesterday was a bit unsettling in one respect, and I'm proud to say I'm holding my composure tonight. I'm sworn, but extremely relieved. I have a few months to prepare. For the rest of my life, I guess.

Shakespeare In Love~ Thomas Kent: And how is your love for her? Will: Like a sickness, and it's cure, together
What's your poison?

Sometimes I catch his eye and my heart stops.



ash @ 1:29 AM