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Reconstruction
2009-04-26 23:11:57 (UTC)

Breakthroughs

I love my body for what it is. Displaying the same amount
of love and pride in public is unthinkable. Because of
this, I am constantly confined to layers and layers of
clothes. Except for yesterday. For a few hours, freedom was
mine, and I absolutely loved it.

I tire of my petty concerns over what other people think,
and what their motives seem to be. I could count, count,
count the reasons, compile a list, to trust them less and
less, but in the end I would be the childish one, dependent
on the ability to point fingers and attribute blame
elsewhere. Why can't I simply focus on my life, for once?
Life is my own to claim, not compromise.

So break free, and do it...

As I work to complete a paper, typing away at the old
keyboard, watching the letters appear on screen at my
command, I can't help feeling the same way I did when I
first explored Katherine's story. Exuberance propels that
force that drives these keys. Click! Click! CLICK! Instead
of vendettas and action-filled scenes, I am writing about
Education and Economics.

Used to be I was afraid of the solitude, the long hours of
dedication, the journey... But today I find peace in the
silence and ruminations. I am liking this lone company more
and more.




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