The sad thing is, I really have no idea who I am, what I want to be. I write these long posts about what I want, what I desire in life but really, I am so caught in limbo that it’s not even funny. I’m a walking contradiction: the girl who remembers what her teacher was wearing the last day before spring break in second grade, but forgets to empty
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you are amazing. your writing is shocking and deep and so uncommonly heartfelt for your age and even for these days. i go to school with you and i hear things about you--honestly, sometimes good things and sometimes "bad"--but whenever i see or hear about you, i always think to myself, "i would love to be her friend, or at least become acquainted with her because she seems amazing." you are an unbelievable writer, a truly divine artist, and a classically beautiful girl. take care. <3
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I'm not going back to Marlborough anyway so it won't be awkward or anything. And as corny as it sounds, I'd really like to get to know you. I know everyone's first and last name at school because I'm a nerd like that so of course I'll know what you look like and your grade and things like that.
Once more, thank you.
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Thank you sooo much! I mean what I said about IMing me, as corny as it sonds, I love new friends.
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You have the power of making people relate, you have a way with words that make the one reading feel them, and connect to you. Reading this entry made me remember a lot of a monologue I wrote about myself. It also tells the contradictions of one's self and how ambiguous I can get to be. And, of course, how tiring, sickening and pathetic that condition is, specially in the so-called process of the self-discovering.
I actually just wanted to confess my adoration for the few things I got to read, tell you that I added you to my friends list, and that I hope you do the same. I'd really love to read more from you.
xo,
Vivianne.
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-heather
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