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Sometimes I feel so stupid for hating you, and for constantly talking shit about you behind your back and to your face, and blaming you so much for my misery, because you don’t deserve it. You really don’t. You didn’t do anything, and it makes me look really stupid and pathetic and insecure for hating you. But I am really stupid and pathetic and insecure. And I want to apologize and try to get my happiness back, but I feel like right after I do, I’m just going to be like well, that was all for nothing because I still think you’re a little bitch. And it’s all very conflicting.

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I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

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Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. “Soul-mate wanted”. It doesn’t mean too much now. But soul mates- think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway-something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape-when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to-even if you can’t be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul’s wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. In must be like all the weddings in the world-gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets,showers of roses. And after that happens-that’s it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you are little, people , movie and fairy tales all tell you that one day you’re going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it’s a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, now we can just get on with it but you find out that sometimes your sould brother partner lover has other ideas about that.

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