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Saturday, April 5, 2008
Today feels like a very writey day. Maybe because it's gray outside. I tend to want to write more when the weather seems rainy. I feel as though after Lia told me about her depression problem my perspective in life changed a little bit. I feel a little bit less shallow, and I frown upon the girl I was in seventh grade: Obsessive with boys, obnoxiously loud, annoying. Funny, I don't feel like I'm even the same person. I really like my more recent story about Olivia and her mother dying because I feel it's more...deep than my story about Charlotte in Spain. While Olivia is woeful about her mother's death and is unwilling to let anyone into her heart to help heal it, Charlotte is a flitty, guy-loving girl, only caring to find a Spanish fling while other more important things are going on. Her situation is unrealistic, at least in my eyes. Three boys falling for her on one trip? Like that would happen to anyone. At least, like that would happen to anyone like me. With Olivia, she really does like Collin, but she doesn't want to admit it, because she finds his arrogance infuriating. He insists that he will become her friend and learn as much about her as he can, while she is sure that if he does find out what she's like, he'll no longer want to be around her. While she's telling herself that she simply doesn't like him, the real reason for her detachedness is that she's worried that she'll lose another loved one in her life. And who can really blame her? She's afraid of looking in the mirror because she looks like her mother, for crying out loud. Losing more people doesn't especially seem like the best healing method for her. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
