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And so it is that I leave you ( Read more... )

It takes so unbearably long to know someone's heart. I'm not sure it can be done. It takes even longer to know my own. I think maybe I am experiencing not depression, but simple sadness. Blahblahblah.

Growth ( Read more... )

Senorita Lyndsie [12:25 P.M.]: i had a dream that it was raining and my mother and i were sitting on our porch ( Read more... )

I find myself neither attaching nor becoming detached from those with whom I am involved or have been involed in the past. There is no extreme toward which I seem to be leaning (by this I mean no niagra of anguish, nor overwhelming adoration-haha, jesus) simply because I know I do not have the will to have such feelings for another. Also, part of ( Read more... )

Dear Brandon ( Read more... )

I had never seen these pictures before, but for some reason finding them gave me a really warm, close feeling. My mother looks really young and beautiful in them. I don't think she has lost beauty with the years.


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I just got home and opened a book to find this poem as a bookmark. Ironically, a friend and my faux-date for the night, Jon, and I went to a hookah bar and ended up talking for the most part about what comes after the end of a relationship. I don't know that I left more certain than when I arrived, but I know it was nice to talk to someone ( Read more... )