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To My Lovely Readers,

This previous week I lost my dearest Mom and niece, for now, help me to keep reading and remain for a meantime, and can't wait to write again for an update. Hope you understand. Thank you so much.

I don’t know why,

but I do not feel like I’m like you, or anyone else.

I feel like I’m the only one who feels the things I feel, or thinks the way I think.

I’m worried that I’m takin' everything too

seriously, or not seriously enough.

Sometimes I want you to see me, and

sometimes I want to disappear.

I don’t know if I’ve ever truly felt like the ground beneath me was firm.

Things always feel like they’re movin' and I never get the chance to catch up to them and when I do, it feels like it all goes too quickly.

I am nice to people I don’t like because I don’t know what else to do.

I feel like I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what it is.

I often walk past people in the street, and I wonder if anyone els