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polaroid of perfection
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: West Yorkshire
Posts: 24,185
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I hate to cry about myself. I cry all the time at books, songs, films, poems - sometimes even adverts! But if I'm upset I'll hold in tears as long as I can - like being sick.
I cried at work when I was going throught the whole HM/ moving out thing. I was so ashamed. But the great thing about working with artists is no-one except me was embarrassed - they were all of the "let it all out!" school. Nice - but not me. The other thing I do is use endearments to get myself moving. Come on sweetheart, time to get up. That's it beauty, keep going. Never mind babba, you'll get there in the end. I am a one-woman support network ![]() Actually I think that comes from talking to my cats too much!
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I know, right?
Join Date: Aug 2008
Posts: 1,539
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Quote:
Painted in my beclouded stormy face, But cannot skill to pity my disgrace, Not though thereof the cause herself she know; Yet hearing late a fable, which did show Of lovers never known a grievous case, Pity thereof gat in her breast such place That, from the sea derived, tears' spring did flow. Alas, if fancy, drawn by imaged things Though false, yet with free scope, more grace doth breed Than servant's wrack, where new doubts honor brings; Then think, my dear, that you in me do read Of lovers' ruin some sad tragedy. I am not I; pity the tale of me. --Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella I dunno why...it just popped into my head when I read this from SG. Carry on.
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