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1:44am

“I had to be free,
had to be free,
is all that I wanted.”

I really like the lyrics to this song. I’ve been listening to it the most tonight and yesterday.

So what gives? What do you mean? You mean, what’s with all the flood of new entries? Well, this is nothing. When I used to keep private journals, I used to fill pages upon pages upon pages of single-space entries of my thoughts, emotions, dreams, ideas, etc. At font 11, papyrus font, single-spaced inside a Word document. Imagine that… 8]

So I finally took some last looks of her stuff – CD of videos, pictures, her sweaty-smelling toque from our last bike ride more than a month ago, her white fleece jacket, bath sponge, some other stuff, and the framed picture of her and I at Shannon Falls. I wrote some last comments on the back of the CD case, a little note on a sticky and folded up that little page in which she wrote her name, cell number and email back when we first met at Red Robins (08/29/2004). I sealed the box with packing tape, and shoved it under my bed. I took a deep breath when I did that, knowing that it would most very likely be the very last time I would see its contents.

[ponders]

Maybe when I am super old, I can open it again. Maybe if I am super old, and my grand children – one of, goes through a break-up and it motivates me to open it for him or her to see. [chuckles] Who knows? It’s the year 2006. I am 27 years of age.

There are still things, probably many long things I want to say about Cindy and I, about everything – good and bad, and everything in between and around, but I have to stop doing it. I’ve entered 31 entries excluding this one about Cindy and how I feel about her. The first few was when we were still together, and the last 23 or so were from after we separated.

Yes, I have lots to say, most of them just repeated emotions and thoughts ‘morphed’ into different words – just trying to release myself, trying to make everyone understand what I went through, etc, but you know what? Each day passes, each night comes and goes. I said my lines, I spilled my tears, and I even said good bye to the ‘spirit’ of her in my room just now – where she sat on my bed that night, where I caressed her hand, hugged her from behind, and then kissed her for the first time.

Yes, it’s over now. [nods] It’s time to be free.

Domo Arigato.

1:59am

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Common society expects self-respect to be a concept you enforce on yourself, while solely adhering to what common society dictates as being right. However, self-respect in fact, is doing what pleases you, while not permitting others to disrespect you, and when they do, you cut them out of your life. Don't let common society gaslight you into believing the self-respect you have for yourself should be dictated by common society's views on morality. Self-respect is the individual's right to live as they desire - not what common society deems as acceptable. Too often, people succumb to the weight of the world, dismissing their individual value, to try to fit in and be accepted. If you are the type of person who tries to fit in with common society, under the fantasy you are also an unique 'weird' person of your own thoughts, then I dare say, you're delusional. Everyone says they rather be weird, but when challenged, they retreat back into their social shells, doing everything they can to deflect self accountability.

That's utterly boring.

However, at the same time, I also understand that some people must do what they must do to protect themselves, before the law of the land and before common society try to lynch them for what they are. Even if your ideals may be right, society will more often than not, deem you wrong - even most of your friends may side with society, than protect you.

So with that said, we are few. Stay safe. (•̀ᵥᵥ•́)

I am one of the few I am one of the many