There are days when I exist simply to prove you wrong about me.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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6 comments:
It seems like what I'm feeling each day correlates with your entry.
Its spooky.
I do that everyday.
cool Japanese torii!
This is how I live my life. Except, I try to prove myself wrong about me. It's a good strategy, I think. I tell myself I can't. And then I reply to myself "Oh yea? Watch me."
It keeps me strong.
You posted this two years ago. I am struggling with this today. It would be so easy to prove them right. To give up and stay in the box that they have shoved me into. This is my daily struggle. The fact that you can use so few words to convey so much utterly astonishes me and I am envious. I thank you for you gift.
Oh, so true.
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