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Have you ever been in a position where you told yourself something for so long that you began to believe it, and so did everyone else? And now, when you'd like to reveal the reality, you're afraid no one will believe you because you spent so much energy trying to convince the world of something you always knew in your heart was bullshit out of some stupid attempt to force yourself to be happy?

Yeah. I know that feeling.

I feel like I've been in a chrysalis for the last decade, and now that I'm finally beginning to come out of it, I'm unsure whether anyone will believe the reality of what I am.

But I just realized -- it doesn't matter. *I* know what and who I am. And that is what matters.

(no subject)

I've been going through some old college notebooks. I have learned two important things:

1) I was a fucking idiot who was easily manipulated by a pustule posing as my best friend.

2) Though I've always thought I deserved to get an F in Medieval Literature, my notes and papers I still have in this notebook prove I did deserve my pass. Which means I could have done much better, if I hadn't been falling apart at the time. That's good to know.

More from the Mahdi's old notebooks

Wow. Talk about markers of the road you've travelled:

To the Parents of Giezi Bermudez:

When I first met Giezi, I wasn't sure I could teach him. But within two weeks, he had become so courteous, punctual, and eager to learn that I feared he had been replaced by aliens.

Giezi is a good student and has increased his ability tenfold. His grasp on the concepts of blends, prefixes, and syllabication is as good as any child of his age should be.

Michael Atreides
Tutor
Sloat Elementary/Cosumnes College

That's a good reminder of why I'm in this track.

(no subject)

I don't yet know where I'll be living, but I DO know this: Those who help me move will be treated very very well.

Why?

Because 99% of my possessions are books.

Friends help friends move. Real Friends help friends move books.