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You've done everything imaginable to piss me right off, and it seems like nothing you can say or do will ever convince me to talk to you again.

I do still worry about you and hope that everything turns out ok in your life. I don't get it. I was always there for you. That day you thought you're life had no more of a reason to stay a life, I could've died.

I wouldn't sleep until I was convinced you were OK. Shouldn't that say something? I'm not looking for ways to try to make myself look good, not at all, but I'm just saying.

And I'm NOT looking for pity. And if that ever seemed the case to you, it was never meant to be that way. Unless you're willing to come out and say something, then it was great being your friend.

Great, but too exhausting for me now. Sincerely, Me. Hey everyone, glad to see you could make it. I do have a journal, but I don't write in it as much as I am on the computer, so I figured I'd get a little online one that everyone could read.

It's just something I made up called "Dear Someone. That's how personal it is, only I know who I'm talking about, although some of the time others might have an idea.

Dear Someone v. I think you're amazing. From the first five minutes I felt your presence until now, I've never pictured anyone else in my future.

When I'm bored, I think of your smile and no matter what mood I'm in, it cheers me up. Like some kind of rainbow. Your laughter is contagious, even when I don't hear the laughter and see it in a photograph.

I can still hear it though, in some way. Your eyes remind me of the ocean, alike in many ways, for I have not actually seen the ocean, or your eyes up close, but have that knowledge that they both are beautiful.

And I long to see them before my dying day. It may seem childish, but I imagine your emotions when we talk to each other, to tell myself anything. See through your words whether you have some kind of feeling or not.

When, occasionally—and not by dint of our own efforts but under the pressure of external events—we are forced to see things as they are, we are like naked people in a storm.

And a very conventient one. October 3, at pm Pers. Yet he liked to travel in style and paid a good deal of attention to his clothes…..

He was undoubtedly a very self-centered man, and, when sunk in his neurotic periods, would be shut in some inner prison where he was quite beyond communication.

He had gone ahead and bought passages without asking her approval or, so far as I know, consulting her. One evening, at dinner, she rebelled.

She said that she had been traveling with him on his own terms for years, and that there was nothing more in it for her; he simply visited cities, systematically informed himself about their populations, politics and products, inspected their public buildings and looked in on the proceedings of their legislatures, and paid no attention to her.

Through his illnesses, he had made it impossible for her to enjoy, even at home, much social life, and when they were traveling, she had no friends at all.

His way of taking this surprised me: he resorted to forensic eloquence, reproaching her, in a somewhat grandiloquent way, for having allowed him to go to so much trouble and then capriciously destroying his work.

It was as if she had demolished some masterwork, capsized his whole career. I had never before heard him take this line in any situation of private life, and I thought it was due to a conviction of guilt: she had upset a furtive plot.

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