Thursday, November 12, 2009

Loneliness.

In my opinion, among the worst to come tumbling out of Pandora's box.

I am sorry I've been neglecting everyone, my friends, my family. It seems I am not getting better any time soon. For a while, I convinced myself that I was improving and, perhaps, that my luck was changing. I've learned, however, that there is no such thing as luck, except for the luck you make yourself. Unfortunately for me, all I seem to have made for myself is unluck. Negative thinking leads you nowhere, but I can't help it...Sigh.

I am a much more punctual person now. I have been more or less victorious in my battle against time. At least that much, I can celebrate. Be happy for me.


This post was for me.

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Leonard Woolf: If I didn't know you better I'd call this ingratitude.
Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this happen?
Virginia Woolf: I'm dying in this town.
Leonard Woolf: If you were thinking clearly, Virginia, you would recall it was London that brought you low.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly? If I were thinking clearly?
Leonard Woolf: We brought you to Richmond to give you peace.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.
Virginia Woolf: This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity. I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness.
[pause]
Virginia Woolf: But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.