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When I was younger, my parents always taught me to be honest, above all else. I was, I admit, a habitual liar. I told people what they wanted to hear instead of the truth because I wanted them to be happy. I didn't understand the consequences of my actions then, but it go me into a lot of trouble then. But that isn't important now.     I was always the quiet one in school, especially grade school. A bookworm, ignored by the majority, very few close friends, I would always try to exist on everyone's good side. This gave me trouble because it led me to act out in an effort to receive attention of any kind, just to be rid of that lonely, dull

Everything is strange and fantastic at the same time. This girl, she haunts me to no end. Never leaving my mind since the day we met, which was today, technically speaking, yet it seems like so long ago when we saw each other. The feeling you get when someone has genuine interest in you when you have genuine interest in them. When they can look at you and like you at first sight. That mutual connections occurred. Although I know not when she first noticed me, I noticed her right when I first entered that building. I know not what I want with my life, I know not where I am headed, but at least now I feel like I have more direction. Thank you.

I know not what has occurred, yet something is surely different. I always look to my dreams for guidance, and the symbols in them have helped me to respond to situations better and have shaped me into the person I am today. For the longest time, I was haunted. A stranger in the darkness, a guide? An enigma? I have made mention of her in poems, her black hair always the same, and her eyes always different, always making an appearance in my head, either subtle or not. Similarly, I was always mute in my dreams, never needing to speak, but speaking with my actions, or letting others do the talking, while I stood by and watched and listened. The o