No blue variety of the brilliant Dahlia has ever been cultivated; hence "blue dahlia," fig. for "something impossible or unattainable."
Day 10
One confession:
FUCKING FINALLY. I AM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS SHIT. NEVER AGAIN WILL I VOLUNTARILY COMMIT MYSELF TO A TRENDY BLOG STINT.
Except also I really have no interesting secrets to tell.
Hmm… Me? I think I am really bad at being human. I don’t mean this as a joke or as an emo cry for help, but when I honestly assess myself and my thoughts, I just don’t see how my being human could have resulted from anything apart from an accident. I hope that while none of you can really comprehend the full weight of this confession, maybe the people who know me intimately and know my greatest shortcomings are comprised of how stupidly I love too much and of my naive faith in mankind and of how consequently my understanding of the workings of humans equals that of a child’s and of how I let every little thing break me- that maybe they can understand how my only place in life should have been as a movie character or the femme fatale in a dusty novel- anything but something so real.
