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Literally an animal lover. Procastinators and are slow at everything. Genuinely evil but wish to be a good person. A little bit quirky and socially awkward.
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The love letter

I must undertake to love myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect -June Jordan 
   "Go write yourself a love letter," that's what I was saying to my friend last night, but that felt more like I said it to myself.
I sat on the wooden chair, I had a two-hours class for reading, I didn't pay much attention to it, and I felt bombarded by my own thoughts, I sighed and I put down my pen and I looked at my phone. 
Only thirty more minutes of Boredom. Once home, I reached for my laptop and checked out my e-mails and thought: Wouldn't it be great if one of these e-mails held a real love letter, from an inconsolable former almost lover, a secret admirer or the one who never was?

    The mail would be full of passions, pleadings, and promises, but there was no piece of e-mail that mention anything about what I was thinking. A senior assured me that the party would be fun, an acquaintance swore if I would "join the club", I would change my life, a friend promised I could turn over a new leaf if I would just change myself a bit.

    The more I thought about it, the more enticing a love letter seemed. I shut off my laptop and I lay on my bed and had a thought: my friend might fax me a loving quotes, e-mail me a fond memo or leave me a sexy voice mail. But I knew no man who would write me a love letter.

    So I decided to write one for myself. First, I put on some Eric Clapton and Brian McKnight music, grabbed my only kitten for motivation, and said to myself : "close your eyes and see yourself as the most glorious person in the world. Now open your eyes and write". Already I had constantly went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and assured myself that I was beautiful. I tried not to notice that pimple lurking on my cheeks nor my panda eyes. I tried to remember the things I loved about myself. I felt as if I were wearing high heels I could barely walk in.

    "Say whatever comes out," I encouraged myself and started to write(on my laptop).
"Dear, I admire the way you care about other people. I know how hard you try and how much you worry about being good enough. Dear, I knew that you are a good person."
I read the letter and frowned. It's so brief. Then I tried to remember something and asked myself a question, "what did we used to talk about?". I remember that I used to talk about cats with my friends, so I wrote:
"Dear, You're better than any cat, you have such a cute personality and I can pet you anytime and never have any problems if I were playing with you."
    Now I knew why the bookstores sold a lot of collections about the world's great love letters. If they were all this difficult to write, there couldn't be very many of them. I got up and sat on my bed, filled with determination.
"Dear, you have a weird sense of humor  and I like that about you, you often get lost but I know you can find your way back, I am happy that you finally accepted yourself as who you are now, I love you as you are and you are about as cute, smart, creative and happy as you are going to be. Enjoy every moment, you fractious creature. Love, Me."
Ahh, this was more romantic, I felt a flutter of excitement as I re-read the letter, I felt glamorous and wanted. and of course, I knew the day would come, it might be even tomorrow, when everything goes wrong and when I couldn't think what was right in my life. Then I would reach for my laptop and playsomegames and along with it I would find the words from the toughest, kindest, most complicated person I've ever known, and I would definitely find that incredible challenge, "Love Me."

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