Alone I sit in my castle. My castle is mine, and it is large. To the dismay of my soul I come to my castle daily and walk through its cold stone walls and feel the wind on my body, and it dawns that, an empty castle, is no home. Others come and go, as if ghosts without the eyes to see my empty heart. They seem to walk their own paths, and I wish
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also, being alone is different than being lonely. Being lonely is being alone but feeling bad for yourself. So, get used to being alone and stop feeling lonely. I had to, and it was fucking hard. Amazingly, I've found I like to paint but hate to sew(mostly because nothing i try to sew looks like it does in my mind); still cant' draw or write poetry; i know the words to way to many songs, and I still haven't learned to paint my right fingernails with my left hand without covering my cuticles with paint. Oh, and I smoke way too many cigarettes.
Anyway, much love from me in Orlando.
Carlie
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Much love shannon
Oh carlie there is no possible way to paint the one without getting paint on your fingers where it should not be ...no matter how hard you try :)
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