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Dear Mr. Apple-Wright,
Its almost comical that I haven't sat down to write about how I feel in so long. Its only out of being sad am I ever motivated to write. Recently I was in the situation where I needed to speak out my feelings to another person, a person I love and I couldn't form the words without sounding like the stupidest kid on the playground. You know the one that thinks its awful hilarious to ram his head into the wall over and over. Well I wrote things down I realized it helped me in expanding my thoughts, in clarifying the madness that goes on in my head and most of all in justifying what I want. I've always thought of myself as an open person, that I'm willing to tell any one of my friends almost anything about me. Turns out this is far from the case. When things truly matter I seem to just want to shut down. I feel like I would be best serving as a popel from my childhood. I can't help but want to sleep all the time and know damn well that I shouldn't but oh well. This is my grief. The feeling of being ignored though it rots a little at my soul will go away sooner or later. And, it will be replaced by something new.
As Always,
Stefin
Its almost comical that I haven't sat down to write about how I feel in so long. Its only out of being sad am I ever motivated to write. Recently I was in the situation where I needed to speak out my feelings to another person, a person I love and I couldn't form the words without sounding like the stupidest kid on the playground. You know the one that thinks its awful hilarious to ram his head into the wall over and over. Well I wrote things down I realized it helped me in expanding my thoughts, in clarifying the madness that goes on in my head and most of all in justifying what I want. I've always thought of myself as an open person, that I'm willing to tell any one of my friends almost anything about me. Turns out this is far from the case. When things truly matter I seem to just want to shut down. I feel like I would be best serving as a popel from my childhood. I can't help but want to sleep all the time and know damn well that I shouldn't but oh well. This is my grief. The feeling of being ignored though it rots a little at my soul will go away sooner or later. And, it will be replaced by something new.
As Always,
Stefin