Masquerade! Paper faces on parade — Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
I just got back from yet another date with a girl I’m not attracted to. Why do I subject myself to this? For the record, she asked me this time.
We watched the Phantom of the Opera. I have forgotten how much I loved that movie. As a kid I had the biggest crush on Christine. I loved her long hair.
The Music of the Night gives me the shivers every time I listen to it. I mean come on- it’s a man with a beautiful voice who thinks he’s a monster who wears a mask to hide his face and sings about a forbidden love he will never experience. And the song is just so dark and secretive and sensual. It makes me die every time I hear it.
I could blog all night about the symbolism of the mask. And of forbidden love. Instead I’ll let you do the thinking for yourself.
You know, I have always clung to this hope that I would be cured- these horrible feelings ripped from me. I have now accepted that they will be with me for the rest of my life. I’m ok with that now.
Pitiful creature of darkness — What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you you are not alone.