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Last night was a strange night. I hung out with Dave, you know, that guy that sucks. We went to a frat party, of all places to go, and I socialized with some idiots, some sluts, and some halfway decent people. The free hunch punch was tasty. Appearantly I am missed, or shall I say supposedly I am missed, however, Dave still has to deal with his

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[anonymous]

I feel ecstatic to hear from you my darling. There are those few people in the world worth savaging, and you are sincerely one of them. Doing well I suppose? Montevallo has opened worlds for me. I take pictures everyday if I can. When I come across something not completely pleasing, I use it as inspiration for my next drawing, painting, whatever. Can you believe I have come out of my realism box, a small bit at least. My professors are amazing in their own myriad of ways, and they see me. They really see me. Most of the people here either see me, or they like the way I look. One of the two. I have made good friends. You would love my English Comp II teacher. She is just like Mrs. Wahl but she has her doc. in literature. Amazing woman in so many ways. I go to that class with a need to feel something, and I walk from away every class just a little bit smarter. I live in a co-ed dorm/apartment here on campus. I call this place my home now for it is where I seek refuge. "This room I live in is a space to take me out of the dystopic world we live in a develop a concept of the beautiful that once existed but has no place in the world we know today. This room in so many ways represents a place that does not exist anymore, a place of the past, where attractions are many, inspirations are inhaled, and where my soul has a place to rest. A special place is here now, and it is beautiful." I wrote that last week. I miss you and I desperately need your words in my life. Do not leave me alone again. You have a special existence here in me. That won't ever change.