ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary

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Quel suis-je? What am I?

Dear Diary,

Here I am cursing love when all I can do is think about you.
Ironic isn't it?

Do you ever have quotes memorized and they keep replaying themselves in your thoughts, over and over again? It's constantly what your thinking because it consumes your mind, and sometimes when your spoken to, that quote you are obsessed with are the words that leave your mouth?

My mother likes to make me, my sister, and brother, listen to these inspirational tapes, they aren't that bad. They *are* inspirational.

What you think is what you are. You are what you constantly think about. So, what about me? When all I can think about are those first sentences I wrote in this entry.

I am a pessimest and a daydreamer. Do those things mix? So who am I then, When I believe miracles never happen and fantasize all the time? I'm a mixture of both. An exception to every rule. So, here I am being inbetween when I thought I'd never be a gray.

Ironic, contradictions, that's all that I'm about.

With care,
Mayms

10:36 a.m. - 2002-04-25

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