Dear Journal,
I don't know whether this journal is being read and that prevents me from pouring my heart out. However, I think I'm going to keep a distance from Shanky. Everybody is right. He doesn't deserve my friendship.
I appreciate forthrightness, but there are very few I find who are forthright.
There is a certain pain in my heart as I realise how alone I truly am. What do I want?
I want a buttery sweet summer and a hint of blush on my cheeks.
Shanky told me I don't allow anybody to love me because I don't listen to him. What was he trying to say? I don't know. Am I so incorrigible?
I've been talking to a really nice boy, who may have found this blog, preventing me from writing about him.
At first I was enamoured, then I felt smitten and then I pushed him away. May be Shanky is right? I don't allow people to love me. Why is that?
Dhawale told me today that everybody feels the way I do, but the way I express myself is unique so people struggle to
understand me. Hmm. I can buy that.
I don't know if anybody will ever understand me? If anybody is a twin soul? I like this guy quite a bit. I've pushed him away. Let's see what happens next.
As usual I'm at my wits end. I feel a little sad but I've put on a smile today and laughed and chirped with all I've met.
I lost my way today.
I lose my way everyday.
When will I get out of the maze?
I'm amazed.
Love,
Me.
I'm grateful for love and life.
I'm grateful for buttery sweet mornings.
I'm grateful for moonlit dreams.
I'm grateful for my family.
I'm grateful for dreamy sleep.
I'm grateful for all I meet.
I'm grateful for my friends.
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