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LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS
... BEING SOME EXCERPTS FROM RAMBLINGS OF THE VARIOUS CHARACTERS WHO LIVE, VISIT, OR WANDER THROUGH THE LAND OF AH ...
THE LAND OF AH
... we're off to see the magic, the wonderful magic of ah ...
...we hear the magic lives inside so it is wherever we are ... wherever whenever whomever we are, the the magic's where it always was...
...inside the heart inside the mind inside... inside of us when we dare not to hide... we're off to see the magic, the wonderful magic inside...
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K wrote...
>I really wasn't made for dating. I may have said that before, but now I
>feel it. I was meant to be someone's friend. To sit, listen, and be.
>Besides, you're less likely to fake yourself like that.
>
>This is the first time in a while that my thoughts are actually taking
>me somewhere. I have nobody, but in a good way. Nobody to get attached
>to, nobody to get hurt by, and nobody to impress.
>
>At the same time, i feel like slashing my arms up real good. I feel
>like a fool... if I ever really thought I could break H, I was sadly
>mistaken. Now I really believe dating is bad. It hurts. Do I really
>want to be with someone like that anyway? I took him for a challenge...
>now I'm just not up for challenges. I don't want to think of it as
>changing or growing up, it's just how I feel.
>
>For the first time in a long time I just want to be alone. I don't know
>if it's depression, humiliation, or just boredom. But I feel the need
>to just sit and write.
>
>I want to be. I want to be who I am, and I used to think that if I
>wanted something specific, then I was trying to be someone I wasn't. A
>hard concept to grasp, yes, but of course I was trying to be. If I had
>that object already, it would already be a part of me. So fuck it.
>
>I want: to be different. I want to do the things I couldn't do in high
>school. I want to dress in outrageous gothic clothing. I want to die
>my hair ice blue with silver tips. And where my feelings and emotions
>are involved, I just want to take that as it comes. But from here on, I
>don't want to doubt my wants or needs. I've come too far for that.
>
>I have to get in touch with and fulfill myself before I can be with
>anyone else. Celestine Prophecy was right. I need my own time first. A
>lot of it. Away from the outside influence of a significant other. I
>have to stop looking. I now realize that if I'm concentrating on myself
>and my soul mate comes along, he / she isn't going to go anywhere.
>Because it's my soul mate. If we were meant for each other, we will be
>together.
>
>And so begins my journey of self - discovery. A good time to start a
>brand new thought book, for brand new thoughts. I will be beautiful in
>my own way, on the inside and the out. I will have what I want, do what
>I want, and I will be me.
>
>Finally, I've needed this for so long. It's just the thought I was
>waiting for.
>
> Sincerely,
> - K.
whatever you were made for or not made for, I think most if not all is up to you to choose... the important thing is the thought you come to as you write this post... hang on to that thought and enjoy your self-journey :)
bon voyage, newsbee
PS... don't forget to write ;)
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