Oct 14
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It’s hard to tell the truth, I guess, even to the person you know will love you no matter what. Maybe we’re afraid of disappointing them. Maybe we’re afraid of someone seeing us as who we really are.
– K C Leighton
from:
I Have Spies, Girls With Freckles Can’t Be Punk Rockers, and Other Lies My Mother Told Me
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Oct 10
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The universe offers continuity in an ever changing world, stability in an often chaotic existence. No one knows exactly how it all works, but I look into that sky and know that life is not accidental. Those lights across the blackness of night help compel me towards purpose.
– Clay Morgan
from:
Where to Look If You Want to Find Some Peace
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Clay Morgan’s new book is called Undead. Click the book cover on the sidebar to see what that’s all about!
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I have no idea when I made this little diary, except that I was in elementary school and it was a special project we did in art class. Maybe second grade? And I also have no idea why on earth I started out writing “dear book”. Seems kinda weird now, but that’s what I did. Pretty soon I switched over to “dear diary” and I’ve been writing, documenting, journaling, venting – however you want to classify it – ever since.
There are other things about myself that I can trace back to the beginnings of my memory. I’ve always been shy, timid even, and unsure. The trifecta, right? Don’t bet on it, haha! Get it? Bet on it? The trifecta… Yeah, I’ve had a fantastic sense of humor for as far back as I can remember. I’ve always had trouble with left and right (don’t ask me for directions). I’ve always struggled to understand others or to make my own meaning understood. I think that’s why I over-explain things, and often end up repeating people’s words back to them in my own language. I think I know what they’re saying, but I’ve been told I was wrong so much, that I feel the need to clarify.
And then there’s the little problem of follow through.
Dear Book, We have to write book reports every week, this is my book report, ↓
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Love the arrow pointing to all that nothingness. And clearly my expectations were high, considering I felt I would need to “con.” on the next page. That’s just so me. Well, all we can do is keep on trying to improve ourselves, right?
And what about you? What are some of the ways that you are the same now as ever?
I’m just being nosy – something else about me that hasn’t changed!
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I'm a writer and photographer, sometime poet and philosopher, who is figuring out who she was meant to be.
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