My life is a collection of postcards I never sent.
Not letters — I never committed to a moment that deeply.
They are all addressed to the me I wanted to be — nowhere.
mandy
9:15pm friday, 21st december
i just stumbled on your site, and somehow fell in love with it.
i could seriously spend hours here, reading everything. the way you think is amazing. i want to think like that.
your story is quite similar to mine. i too was diagnosed with manic depression and schizophrenia. this was only last may. i am recovering. very very slowly.
but oh my. the way you think. the way you write. you should really pursue that.
Mejink
5:53am wednesday, 26th december
Why are you so sad? Why don't you send some of those postcards (the ones with the memories of your family and friends)? Get it all together. Life doesn't have to be a photo album... it can be a DVD. Or a tape, whichever you prefer. I agree with Mandy that the way you write is sensational.
Pierre Anoid
3:18pm sunday, 30th december
I spent my lonelist years sending postcards to one women and anyone in my family. Maybe I shouldn't have sent them the spy agency came and told me to stop writing things like marriage is a right on the envelopes and threating people in the government by phone. It must have been a mistake. No I don't think you should send the postcards.
mandy
Mejink
Pierre Anoid