Dear Journal,
Am I happy? As happy as I could be I am.
I seek to not be alone and to find a super awesome guy. Thus far I haven't found anyone to excite me.
There was G. But he, oh he was something else. A sad, lonely soul.
Then there of course is my fantasy, aching to be loved. And loved I am in my dreams. When will these dreams become a reality?
My wonderment is nothing new. My wanderment is a thing of today to be relished and to be cherished.
My love is real. In fact, only love is real.
A soul so lovely, so sweet, so fragrant will read my epitaph.
I love my parents. Having studied Buddhism parents and spouses change from lifetime to lifetime. What remains eternal is our eternal vow. This is a little sad. I wish to serve my parents in this lifetime.
I haven't met Buro in a long time. To love him is to know love.
I know I have riffled feathers, I know I haven't been the ideal girl. And I know I might have some mental health issues. I can blame my upbringing and my circumstances but I won't do that.
It is time to take responsibility. The time is now.
Love,
Me.
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