Jan. 30th, 2002

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The sky was really lovely as I walked back from the computer lab last night. All different shades of purple. The moon was perfectly clear and it looked like it had a spiderweb hanging from it. I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote something while I was half awake. I wouldn't read it if I were you.

Dear Self,
I am leaving you. Don't act so surprised, we both knew this was coming for a long time.
I hate to say it, but you need to take your myopic little eyes off your own psyche for a while and look up.

I mean, have you ever seriously cared about anyone outside yourself? Ok, maybe that was harsh. Well, you are an idealist, but complaining about things and making things better are two entirely different things. If you want to be a perfectionist, you should at least try to be good at it.

No, I'm not going to discuss it anymore. We always end up covering the same old ground, and I am sick of it. I need to grow, and while you have everything you need, you don't seem to be doing that.
You complain about not being strong, but you're not willing to do anything that would cause you inconvenience.

Don't worry. You'll be fine without me. A lot of people who don't have souls do very well in this world.
Just look at all those reality shows.
But, for your own sake, PLEASE try to contribute something to the world. Love people, or become disciplined, or if you can't do any of that, at least try to be charming.

Best wishes,
Your Soul


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