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Aug. 6th, 2008 | 12:08 am



i'm always fascinated by how, every sunday, i find myself drawn to one or two postcards on the postsecret website. usually they're towards the end where, by the time i get to them, i don't think there will be something that really makes me wonder if i had a sleep disorder where i was creating and mailing secrets in the middle of the night. but, there they are, every week.

so, i tend to save them and stockpile them until i want to again post them on the internet as a scrapbook of my own secrets and words i relate to.



i think i used to see myself this way. sometimes i still do. but it's kind of changing.



this reminds me of a couple of people i know. mostly, my dad.



this is what i'm going through right now.



and this just means something to me. (also, "being" is spelled "bieng" and for some reason it makes me "aw" in my heart somewhere. i don't know why.)

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