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I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena
I’ve never been like others.  Especially in school when I wanted desperately to fit in, I couldn’t — not really.  It was painful, but from that I learned a lot about myself and about other people.  It took some years to digest those lessons, but I’ve achieved a measure of self-acceptance and even a little peace.

I’ve never been like others.  Especially in school when I wanted desperately to fit in, I couldn’t — not really.  It was painful, but from that I learned a lot about myself and about other people.  It took some years to digest those lessons, but I’ve achieved a measure of self-acceptance and even a little peace.

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