Dear Journal,
Ma just screamed at me like a banshee for opening the fridge twice. She would make a fantastic politician, always screaming, shouting and angry. In fact, I think she would love to be a politician.
We resemble what we idolise and idealise, the good and the not so good parts of us resemble our ideals.
So, what would I ideally be? An author or an actress, a boho kinda girl, chilling with the men, tolerating her drinks and cigarettes, and that is what I am.
I generally find myself surrounded by boys.
Well, I would like to be more free. I'd like to forgive and understand why I forgive, and I would like to get there real quick.
To sum it up I think we are our ideals. We have already gotten there by dreaming and obsessing about it. We manifest.
Regards,
Me.
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