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I'm begining to think that vermont was just a dream. Sitting on the kitchen counter being told that I looked sexy by some photographer. waking up to kittens and insense and people mumbling in the back rooms. Being friends with all the beautiful people, who (of course) don't see how beautiful they are. Getting jealous stares from girls while i sit at the guys table during dinner. Not to mention being the soul mate of the most beautiful girl on campus. In our own little world. And having the two best friends to escape to. And hide under the covers with. And vermont, being this enchanted world so full of life and mystery. And you find yourself there, yet in the most bizzare and weird ways. Like the person you were trying to find was really on the third floor of your heart, instead of your basement. Lighting candles in the window.
As I pulled away from mike and his friends at Vibes I automatically started crying without even realizing it. clutching onto my backpack and knowing that it was the last link of Vermont I was leaving. I sat in the corner of the shuttle stop sniffling and trying to keep the tears from stopping but they were so big and wet and fast that it was impossible. and my eyes hurt from squeezing shut and my voice became raspy by whispering "I'm okay, it's okay, I'm fine" over and over to myself.
Why am I so afraid? I'm getting my dream. But yet I feel so alone. And i know I will always have Vermont and that Chicago will be a billion times more exciting. But I just wish people will remember me and I hope it doesn't change too much. yeah..
i have to go pack for chicago.
this is the last letter for awhile, since I don't have a working computer right now. I might try and sneak and peek at the hotel but it's going to be so exciting, i might forget it all the same.
see you on the other side,
alice
As I pulled away from mike and his friends at Vibes I automatically started crying without even realizing it. clutching onto my backpack and knowing that it was the last link of Vermont I was leaving. I sat in the corner of the shuttle stop sniffling and trying to keep the tears from stopping but they were so big and wet and fast that it was impossible. and my eyes hurt from squeezing shut and my voice became raspy by whispering "I'm okay, it's okay, I'm fine" over and over to myself.
Why am I so afraid? I'm getting my dream. But yet I feel so alone. And i know I will always have Vermont and that Chicago will be a billion times more exciting. But I just wish people will remember me and I hope it doesn't change too much. yeah..
i have to go pack for chicago.
this is the last letter for awhile, since I don't have a working computer right now. I might try and sneak and peek at the hotel but it's going to be so exciting, i might forget it all the same.
see you on the other side,
alice