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Why talk about fear? I think because it is everywhere. Throughout all my life I have been led to think I should be scared. I’m a fragile creature, woman, was a girl, quiet, almost nonexistent. I was supposed to be afraid becoming broken, being broken, being in someones way. It is the hate one starts to hate. Of being dictated what I should feel what I should do in my life, expectations how my life is going to be. One doesn’t first live for others. To live for others one has to first know who one is. How do you become aware of yourself? When? All the time, from the beginning of your life? What is being aware? Like alert, or I know what I am and how to be happy in my life.
to be continued… As not being scared. But it’s also something that never leaves. And to say don’t be afraid is not the right words, fear is not only a negative feeling, it keeps me alive. It keeps me wondering what is it, fear. Where does it come from. Like one day I was completely relaxed and among friendly people, felt happy.
Hello Dear, my name is Venus, a young girl nice an good looking and very attractive i will like to have a communication with you for a friendship, if you will have the desire with me, accept me as a friend by write me an email to my Address, when i receive your reply as i wish, i will set to you my picture for you to know who, i am waiting for your mail here my dear, age or color even distance but what matter is love.
Some things are unforgivable. Goodbye asshole! How many assholes are there? Like zillion. Regards, Miss Scandinavia. Hah. You know Scandinavia, right?
Feel lost and helpless? Help is always near. Like yeah. My Indian Grandmother will answer all questions troubling your stressed brain, she is a witch, mighty one. All you have to do is ask. firstname.lastname@example.org
Or does the art begin when I tell about this tiny event. Maybe yes. I was just enjoying my salty fingers again. Heh.
I am sorry. Truely.