Did I ever tell you how much I love being me?
I do.
I like saying things that don't make sense or don't have much motivation other than the feeling it needs to be said. Here are a few things:
-I know someone who scares me. Like in that creepy, wacko way.
-I have told many people I loved them. And every single time it was the truth. But never did it mean "I love you and want to grow old with you." Does that mean I've never "been in love"?
-I have a lot of things in common with some people, but I don't own up to all of them. I don't want them to think I'm appeasing them. Does that mean I'm lying?
-I love my dreams at night. I love dreaming about people I know. I look forward to nightmares because in the end, I always win.
-I love tootsie pops.
-I have enjoyed and admired every person I met here for one reason or another.
-People who take advantage of other people make me angry. When the anger wears off, I cry.
-I can't stand that I have SO much I really need to talk about. I can't share any of it in my own diary because I have unwelcomed visitors too close to my family who TWIST everything I say. (It's not their fault. They just have the cognitive skills of a trout.)
-THAT was really funny to the rest of us.
12:55 PM - Saturday, Apr. 16, 2005
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