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A woman with the potential to make it big. It is not that she cannot: she simply will not.
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The closest anyone has come to being an adopted daughter.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Toothbrushes are not essential components of survival. You can ideally go without them for ages; we're not discussing towels here, or somewhat less importantly, oxygen, water or food. There is the hygiene issue, but I suppose if you're really stranded in some deserted place, you can do without dental care for a few days.
However, we're ignoring something over here: our minds.
Something doesn't really click when you pass away when the clock strikes noon, and your teeth haven't encountered that weird bushy feel throughout the morning. Add to the fact that they haven't faced the feeling the previous week either. Now, as day fades into night, you suddenly crave for that feeling. You suddenly realise that you cannot live without it any longer. There's this inexplicable feeling all over your insides which you can't explain, and you suddenly crave for it. You turn irrational, you shout at random people, you put up bizarre outbursts, and you cannot find a reason for all that.
And then, suddenly the feeling begins to strangle you, but you feel more helpless than ever and shout and groan and writhe and shout in agony and bang your head against the wall and feel like you're going insane and try to cling on to whatever you can and you become a nobody and nonentity and a pathetic helpless worm and...
... and then, it suddenly hits you that the supply wagon has still a month to arrive. Or maybe a year. Or a millennium.