Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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So tomorrow will be spent at SING (maybe) and slaving over an essay due on Monday.

I am using the following Cummings poems:

since feeling is first
may I feel said he**
in the middle of the room stands a suicide
tic toc
it is at moments after I have dreamed

**I may instead choose love’s the only verb that lives

I should really quit procrastinating on the project. You know, cause it’s supposed to be fun. And not stress me out. And for the love of god, I need to be punctual about a paper so as not to disappoint my teacher. Or myself.

(1 month ago)