#Storytime

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    Letter to B: Imagination History

    I write this for my own sake. This is truthful and is dedicated to you. 

    Do I begin with the beginning, or do I tell you conclusions without going into details? I’ll just go with the flow.

    I want to write. That’s always the only way to start.

    You need to know then understand why I am not surprised, or shocked to suddenly have you appear in front of me. And why I don’t feel the emotions that go with this, that could describe exactly how I feel. If you are my soulmate, wether or not I feel it, I know it could be true. I have been aware of your existence since I was little.…

  • #Journaling: My Life

    I can’t remember much of my childhood. I didn’t have playmates. I grew up playing by myself.

    I never was the top of my class in school. Never cared to be. Being an average student suited me cause I never believed that grades made you a better person. I am capable of being “better” to suit their ambitions of me. But what matters to me is that I know I can, but I just don’t want to. I never cared for what people thought of me. But at home, my father always reminded and threatened me by the idea of my cousin who always had scholarships and excellent grades, better hobbies and better relations with everyone in the family. My father thought he would provoke me that way and raise a challenge within myself to be better than my cousin. But that never happened. I never liked my cousin, will now. I have always been proud and tried to maintain my own individuality since I was a child. I have always told them and still do, that I won’t to be someone else. I am me.…