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Reflection from April 28th, 2007 @ Age 25


You know, it’s funny because here I am, laying on my bed in my apartment in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, about fifty yards from Coventry, and the last thing I feel like doing is going out and partying.  Not that this is surprising to me or anything; however it is nice to finally be okay with not being that kind of person.  I’m special.  This I’ve finally figured out.  I was talking with Addison the other day when she came over to hang out and she was talking about how people like us see more than the ordinary individual, and so consequently also feel more than the ordinary person.  This, I believe to be, the primary difference between Victoria (my therapist) and myself.  She understands much of what I go through, most I would even venture to say—but she doesn’t understand what it’s like to be gifted in the sense that Addy and I share.  Of course, you would have to take my word for it, seeing as though there’s not much opportunity yet to prove an assertion of that nature.  But I believe and it is therefore real.  End of story.  I respect myself these days enough to know that my feelings, my intuition, my self—are my truth.  No more questions need asked.  Unless of course I’m shopping around for new ideas.  Which is always a possibility.