|Letters to My Strangers
Author: Jordan Storm PM
Me, my thoughts, and you. Life is both the best and worst thing to happen to me. A journal on the paradox of it and all it entails. Not as whacko as it sounds, I hope. You review my stuff, I'll review yoursRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,220 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-08-07 - id: 2424120
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Letters To My Strangers
Before you read this, I just want to let you know a few things about me, and why I'm writing this. This won't be pretty or agonizingly spell-checked and revised. It's me, my thoughts, and you, the stranger who I don't know. If I DO really know you or you know me, please don't read this, that's not my goal. She told me to start a journal, where I can write down how I feel, the good, the bad, the in between; to help me deal. I have to find a way to deal. Me, my thoughts, and you.
The me is simple. To give you the statistics, I am sixteen years, three months, and eight days old, from the day I write this. I was born June 18th, 1991. Currently, I am five feet and five and a half inches tall. I have brown hair and brown eyes, although I wear blue contacts most of the time. I am legally blind without my contacts. I am in the eleventh grade, and my GPA is somewhere around 3.79 or something...I'm sure I'll hear about it soon enough.
I love kids and animals. My favorite pastimes are reading, writing, and singing. I volunteer at a local charity which is basically a free, long-term daycare center for whoever needs it. I am horrible at spelling.
I have one older sister, two years my senior. I have a mother who is a psychologist. My father is dead. I have a boyfriend, but you'll probably hear more about him later... I have a cat named Prism who is one year, one month, and eight days old. I am addicted to self-mutilation. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. My two vices are cutting and chocolate. I am bisexual, and have had five boyfriends and one girlfriend.
If anything you have read about me makes you want to curse, laugh, scream, or preach at me, go away, this is just the start.
My thoughts are harder. Basically, this is going to be a somewhat jumbled mass, consisting of prose, poetry, songs, whatever I feel like putting that expresses how I feel and what's going on. I'm starting because I was told it would be good for me, and opening it up to your eyes so I'll actually keep writing (If I don't please e-mail me and ask what's up and why haven I updated) . This idea is basically supposed to let me deal with life in a "less harmful manner."
You... in a way, you is the hardest part, yet the easiest, because it's not something I can effect, or have it effect me, not really. If you want to leave bits of advise, stuff like that for me... go ahead, if you want to tell me something I did was stupid... go ahead... just tell me why, and what maybe you thought I should have done instead.
Well, thank you strangers, until you get my next letter,
viel Glück und eines warm Herz