Dear Journal
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- Partes 8
It was on one lonely night when I decided to write this. I had no clear concept of what I wanted, except that I wanted it to reflect my personality at its full potential. I’m not a fan of labels, but I have often been described as introverted, shy, quiet, and strange. Strange because of my way of thinking, the way I see things. Frankly, I don’t understand the problem, but to each his own. I just hope that someday, someone can appreciate the art of the written word as much as I can. I hope it is someone who I can share my thoughts with, and who will share his/her thoughts with me; no boundaries, just the love of writing. Throughout my life, I have suffered from many blows to the heart: rejection, my parents’ divorce, and although I have felt down at times, I always find comfort in my notebook, in a blank document.
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