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(1) Could you tell me just one more time what happened with you two? ...Just one more time, I promise. (2) How do you know if you love someone/something? (3) What do you think about before you go to sleep? (4) You trust me, don't you? ...Even if you don't trust the people who I hang out with? (5) What's one of your secrets? (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) To Be Continued...

- Determine what is in fact my business and what is not - Try to limit my inappropriate questions to those about the things that are in fact my business - Don't avoid - Look people in their eye when it's important - Don't be vague - Savour time - Other "life" plans

This is my favorite secret this week. When did life get so hard?

Today has been a long day. It's actually been a long week - -maybe even a long month, and while I know that there is no way you can make everything better (because if you could there is no doubt in my mind that I would be asking you to), but you're a good reminder of the little things, perhaps even the more important things, and how they will hopefully be the things to get me through. Thank you.

Four secrets. I'm mailing out four secrets tomorrow to PostSecrets. It's a weird feeling, to know that I have so many stupid little secrets (and maybe just a couple decent sized ones), but rather than letting the concerned individual(s) know, I'm more willing to run the chance of having them be viewed by millions. It's anonymous of course, which is probably why I'm more comfortable with it, but it just makes me think if I need to rethink these supposedly little secrets. It was therapeutic though, making those cards. I don't think I spent more than a half an hour total on the four, but there was something about finally getting those things out, even though they weren't to an actual person. Maybe it's my inner soul telling me that I need to set out writing again, I don't know. But it felt good. I feel better. ...And I didn't even know that I was wrong. Four secrets though. I hope at least one of them gets put up, but I know PostSecret must g

I have written four drafts tonight, none of which have made it up. I have tried to put into words my annoyances, confusion, earth shattering questions, and even the happy thoughts that I know are somewhere in the back of my mind, yet none of it has turned out. I therefore believe darlings that it's time to call it quits on trying to sort it all out.

There comes a point where saying "screw it, I give up" is actually okay. There are some things you simply cannot win. ...And then you can scream at the top of your lungs.