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Saturday. It has been productive thus far, since I’ve written the rough for chapter 3 of my project. It’s a challenge to write in the mindset of a woman who’s so much different than yourself. I really like where it’s going. Every little word means something in Amelia’s black and white world.
Stability is nice, but there is much more to life than that. It took me a very long time to realize it. A very long time. I’m 26 and I’m starting to live my life a little fuller than I used to.
I can’t spend it dreaming, no matter how tempting that is and always will be to me.
Tryad has some amazing music available if you’re into chill / electronic music. I highly recommend.
I shall be living my life out in the lights and darkness tonight with my friend. Here’s to good times now and many more to come.
Cheers!
You have to treat it with care. It’s not something I always do.
A friend of mine told me today that I never come to her when I have problems. I tried to fix that aspect of myself, so I could be more trusting and feel less guilty about burdening someone, but I haven’t been able to fix much. I’ve always kept to myself. I’ve always spared people my problems.
I do this to put on a front; I’ll admit that much. I’m hyper-emotional, but I try really hard to act tough and strong and flat-out positive about everything, regardless how I really feel inside. I would jeopardize that if I shared my troubles.
Everything is well with my friend… I hope, but I know I won’t change. Keeping my problems to myself is something I have always done.
I hate being a burden to anyone. I’d rather be vague and blame everything on little sleep.
I was thinking about how people can still mean something to you, can still impact your life in a meaningful way even though you no longer speak to them. People can enter your life, but they can never fully exit.
You still have experiences, memories, things about yourself that will always remind you of other people. And I take comfort in knowing that I leave those same things in others as well.
Even though Tre and I don’t talk, even though I don’t think about her quite as much as I used to, she will always have impacted my life. I hold on to the positive things; I reflect on the negative and find solutions to the things I want to change.
I know I have left an impression on her life as well. Good or bad, I’m not sure. However, there’s something of me that’s inside of her, and it will never go away, even if it’s just a ghost of a memory. It’s still there.
We will always be tied. We have memories. And though I don’t know about her, I also have stories. Wonderful, wonderful stories.
Life is too valuable to spend it trenched in hate. We all feel it, I admit. It’s not an emotion that’s easily reined; it will never go away. However, no one should dwell on it. No one.
No matter how much you were hurt.
Journeyed to the farmer’s marker in Chesterton this morning with a friend and a co-worker. I picked up some delicious produce, to-die-for tart cherry jam and a yummy-smelling cheddar bread loaf. I’m so excited to eat all of it, and it was really cheap!
Yay for no pesticides!
I think I really like my co-worker; she reminds me a bit of Jai in her mannerisms. She actually lives near by so maybe we can do random things together in the future.
I’d like to take today to read and maybe write a little, even if it’s something stupid. It’s still something.
Weather, get nicer! I want to pack my books and go to the park.
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