lost in the archives: leaving

One last one from the archives.

I sometimes wonder what it’d be like to burn all my bridges here, lose all my friends, and leave to start a new life somewhere. This thought used to scare me when it appeared every so often, but now I understand it’s the natural consequence of loving too many, too much. Sometimes loving becomes a burden, which is only be lessened by being loved.

But sometimes being loved feels like it’s happening to somebody else.

I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be left alone.’ There is all the difference.

– Greta Garbo

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~ by translating for peas on April 5, 2011.

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