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Maybe there is too much to say. Maybe this is complete.

I AM HAPPY!

I'm not entirely sure if anything could become any better. However, lacking motivation to read for school is a slight problem. There is so much I would rather be doing. But even this morning after attending my third lecture for the age of sensibility I realized there are things to be gained from that course. About the way in which human nature is ( Read more... )

To one. I am worried about you. You changed this summer. Last year you told me if I was ever upset to call you, as an alternative to what shouldn't occur, and instead we would colour with crayons. That is something that encompasses the person that you were. Perhaps are. I just haven't seen it yet. I worry because you are not in a good space, are ( Read more... )

On Tuesday night a longest walk. Always the longest walks. Curiousity creates conversation. Standing on some sort of raft, we thought it would drift away. Sitting on the wall just above the raft, and some large fish jumped twice. I was interested to check out a ferry boat, and as I climbed on, and was standing there, Mike just behind me, an alarm. ( Read more... )

I like the ideal of America. Rather unfortunate though that it didn't come to be what it was meant to be. I have interest. Thoughts outside of a classroom. Questions. This hasn't happened in a long while ( Read more... )

I've found a boy that walks me across the street and to the door before saying goodnight.

Yesterday included. My desire to listen to the Smiths. Realizing that in life everyone (well, of a certain sort) comes to a place where they must listen to the Smiths. And that is me as of Saturday night. And I feel amazing about it. A walk on paths through the forest. Attempting to understand about dams and locks and their connection to each other ( Read more... )