My 'Blurt' Prologue...

My story is a long one. Though, now that my life is on track- it feels like just that.
A Story. Maybe someone else's story? I don't know..
Who would have thought this would begin from trying to learn how to touch type?
This is where the idea of typing about my life, my story, on a screen begins.
Surely, by the time I have finished pouring my heart out onto a blank canvas, putting it into
words for someone other than me to understand, I should be able to type 60 words per minute and
my soul will be lighter. My head will be clearer. I will be complete...


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

47) Who am I? What do I believe in? What do I love?

I am me.. I have no needs of my own. I believe in you. I love you. And I keep taking blow after blow... Rejected then hopeful then desperate then rejected.... I am desperate. Desperately in need to free myself from your love and my own dilusion of happily ever after.
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