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A Love Letter

I've always kept it secret, but I'm constantly thinking of you. I ignore you, but I'm constantly thinking of you. The truth of the matter is I'm always thinking of you. I like you because you are honest, like a clear blue sky. I like you because your kindness is as boundless as the sea. The day I cut my hair too much, I was embarrassed to meet you. I was secretly looking at your profile. I wondered what I would do if you came to hate me.

What colours do you like?
What music do you like?
What kind of clothes do you like?
What hairstyle do you like?
What kind of person do you like?

I really wanted to ask you. You are where you can hear me, but I don't say anything to you. I say everything inside my heart. I like you. I like you. I like you. A hundred times, a thousand times, I can't say it enough. The night is over now. The sky is growing brighter. The light coming through the curtains is falling on this letter. Knowing that all I have to do is stretch out my fingers a little and you are there makes me smile. With you this close, I fall in love.

I've never seen a shooting star. I've never made a wish on a magic lamp. I don't need a dream. I have nothing to wish for. I only want to be with you. So don't let go of me. I'm actually not strong. I become lonely easily. So please don't let go of me. Please don't ever let go. "I wonder if I will be discovered one day. I wonder if she'll figure me out." When I thought that it made my heart race. Like a precious treasure to a child I hid my feelings. I've always kept it secret, but I'm constantly thinking of you. I ignored you, but I'm constantly thinking of you. The truth of the matter is I'm always thinking of you.

Happiness

Being happy is not just about one day. Happiness might not be about what you have, or what just happened, but rather... How should I say this.. Happiness is pursuing something. Please look after her. Not just when she is a bride, not just one day, but now and for a long time ahead, please stay with her and watch her pursue her happiness. I... I want to pursue it with her too. I will make her happy. I will definitely make her happy.

Don't Discriminate

Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light, which is true of the mind's eye, quite as much as of the bodily eye; and he who remembers this when he sees any one whose vision is perplexed and weak, will not be too ready to laugh; he will first ask whether that soul of man has come out of the brighter life, and is unable to see because unaccustomed to the dark, or having turned from darkness to day is dazzled by excess of light. And he will count the one happy in his condition and state of being, and he will pity the other; or, if he has a mind to laugh at the soul which comes from below into the light, there will be more reason in this than in the laugh which greets him who returns from above out of the light into the den.

Parting Words

I am like the little rice cracker shop. One that you get used to always seeing. But then one day you notice, the place that my little shop used to be at is under construction. And you think to yourself, 'eh? what was the shop that used to be here?' You took for granted it was there, but now you can't remember it. Eventually you too... You will eventually... forget me just like that, not be able to remember, so it's alright.

THIS POST IS FOR YOU NELLL

IM WATCHING YOU


Antidaephobia

Antidaephobia is the fear that somehow and somewhere, a duck is watching you.

Haha quit stalking people ._.

JH's GAY ABOUT ME

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by Manchester United, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. After school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal force demo. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Harry Potter, and David Copperfield in half a day. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA and FBI. While on vacation in Israel, I successfully negotiated with terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

Who I Want to Meet:
I hate people. I am a petulant misanthropist and a maverick ruminator. I am hiply cynical and make supercilious, snide remarks. I am a sly hypocrite, a cunning scammer, a dauntless agnostic, a stalwart of skepticism, an acrimonious and resentful being. I am not bound by social constraints or euphemisms, I liberally enthuse my impressions of people, and I am not shackled or confined by daily ephemerals of public perception.I am antipathetical towards misologists, an advocate of misotheism, and I hate miso soup.