our hands clasped so tight

I've been researching Tennessee Williams for many hours today it makes me feel like hes some long lost friend of mine. I find it extremly weird how you can read about someone that you have no connection at all to and feel like you know them. It's kind of a creepy thought, thinking that people have all these different perspectives and opinions of you without even knowing you. But thats whats so rad about literature. I've read three of William's plays and I feel like I have this personal almost explicit insight into his life thats so private.
I've always had a dream to be a writer or playwright of some sort. Writing a novel/ short story may or may not be on my "to-do list before impending death".



Parks are always a great hideout. I am going to live very close by the a huge park when I get my own place. The park and I shall be best friends. It will be grand.

I'm so over the depressing, somewhat pathetic mood I was in yesterday. It's only a bad day if you make it a bad day. That's my new motto. Yes, I still believe in what I said about the whole 'cliche high school life' crap but meh, what can you do? I still remember what QiQin used to tell me in year eight, "Get over it, or kill yourself." You could say QiQin was somewhat smart for her age :)
So post mild depression mood was profound-realisation mood. When I woke up this morning I realised that I have expectations from other people to do good and succeed (well I realised a while ago but I never really cared. I just thought "screw you, it's my life." Now I know its for the better) and I will make them proud. For my family in Burma (whom I miss oh so terribly) and all those people who think I am smarter than the usual mess. There's only a year left so I will pull through! (I sound like someone suffering from cancer)

"Williams is an elegaic writer who laments the loss of a past realised in memory. His most memorable characters are women, faded southern belles whose old fashioned manners and charm suggest a wishful recollection of privliged antibellum life. The men live for today. The recurrent conflict between the painful present and the ideal past."

Oh how beautiful Williams' writing is.

Anticipation has a habit to set you up/ for disappointment in evening entertainment
(i look like a monkey in the second photo)

My room is in such a disgraceful mess.