the glory and the dream: Jan. 18, 2002 (7:15 pm)

i started crying in english class today. i was reading the fourth stanze of william wadworth's 'ode: immitations of immortality from recollections of early childhood'. i kept misreading, and my voice kept dying. i tried my hardest, percevierng: "But theres a Tree of many, one,/a single Field which i have looked upon,/Both of the speak of something that is gone" and i just couldn't go on. i could not say "the pansy at my feet/doth the same tal repeat:Whither is fled the visionary gleam?/Where is it now, the glory and the dream?".

i'm not so sure if it was just the poem. i just felt like i was confessing everything to everyone in the class and was just overwhelmed. and i'm in an unfair situation. and it's going to snow which means no meeting paul in the woods or going back to his empty house.

oh yeah and i think i like alex

. i still love paul more though.

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