This has meaning, I decided.

Realizing who you are and finding out what you're made of are two very different things.


I'm good enough. I'm good enough. I'm good enough. I know it. I am good enough.
I don't know why this happened. Because the thing is, I fucking love being single.
Not to be discouraging or anything. I just really like it. In that way, I'm still a baby. And little kids enjoy everything more. They see with the biggest eyes and everything is full of wonder and everything is new and striking and meaningful. It's not like that once you've experience.
I like being little.

Okay. These were important. I didn't realize it as I wrote them, but they were important.

April 30, 2010
I'm not just anyone you know. I'm special. I'm important. I have to be. Or I have to think so. I need the comfort.


May 6, 2010
I feel irrational today.
I can't find words to explain how this song
I can't even
I really just
I don't
Ya. Finishing sentences isn't working right now.

May 7, 2010
Do crazy people wonder if they're crazy? Or is the diagnosis based on the lack of realization or refusal to accept their own insanity?

May 9, 2010
I looked in the mirror just now. I saw this girl and thought
Wow. She's really pretty.
It was a good feeling.



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And then other realizations.
THE MONOTONE.  Okay, I see it now. I understand.
And that other thing. Not exclusion like haha let's hurt her. I see the why.
I see.

I'm okay. I'm smiling right now. I'm okay.
)


July 2, 2010
Dear You,
Closure. It's a sweet thing.
Three was never open.
Two is a process. It's good now.
One.
It's okay, I decided. With help. I mean, I was going to get there. Eventually. But it would have hurt more. And it'd be different. But
it's okay. I think it really is.

Move on.
There you go.
Okay.
Sophomore year is done. I have yet to graduate from being a young fool, but I'm getting there. I will get there. No tears. Not even at graduation. I'll be okay. I will.

I love.

Love,


keira     e.  jett