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User	secret moon | 2005-06-11 |
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Message	No, you are definitely not alone in that. I’ve been feeling almost exactly the same... but for me it’s more like I am sick and tired of living out my life in my poetry, when most of the stuff I write about is just an escape... I want to have a real life, and not just a bunch of pixels. -Secret

User	marysunshine | 2005-03-14 |
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Message	Wow, you’re at such a hard age...I know how you feel...I was convinced from about 12-16 that I was different from everyone and nobody could understand me...and I felt that all my relationships were fake, because I operated on a different plane. I did a lot of theatre and I think that forced me to start really examining myself and the "human condition" in a new way. I figured out that everyone is unique, everyone is struggling in some way, everyone has something that makes them a genius, and everyone has weakness. I really got into Steinbeck at that time, and the idea that we’re all in this thing called life together really inspired me to reach out to people...understand them...and instead of being afraid of difference, embrace it...and in turn, I was ebraced by others...It’s all about the people...and to close yourself off from them because of a fear of being hurt isn’t living...living inside your own head is only rewarding for a minute...taking risks, failing, and loving, are so worth while. Hurt is part of the game...risk is part of it too...reward is knowlege and love. Human relationship can be the most rewarding thing about life...if you make an effort

User	cuddledumplin | 2005-03-09 |
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Message	I think I know exactly how you feel. My poetry and visual artwork are the most satisfying things in my life. I manage to live my life though. I live in South Carolina, and I just don’t feel like I fit in at all here. There’s nothing to do heres(literally there are redneck bars and a single coffeehouse). That leaves me with a limited circle of friends (I’ve had most of my friends since elementary school). I’m often tempted to retreat into fantasy. I really need to leave this place.

User	mae | 2005-02-26 |
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Message	I wouldn’t fret about it, WS. If you ever reach that point, you won’t care, anyway. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. mae

User	Sandburg | 2005-02-26 |
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Message	Hey WS. I understand your desire to withdraw. It isn’t a lot different than pulling your hand away from a flame. Try interaction with strangers til you get more comfortable. They don’t know you, you don’t know them. They won’t hurt your feelings, you interact breifly and go on your way. When there is little threat you may even feel comfortable prolonging the contact, and eventually be able to make new friends when you meet people you have things in common with, people you wish to meet again and spend time with. Good luck, Dave

User	WolfStar | 2005-02-26 |
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Message	Very valid point. Poetry is about capturing life, and all facets of it. But as time goes on, I’m finding it harder and harder to determine which part of what IS life. I think you’re right. I need to just cool it for a minute... By the way, I read the advice you gave for that person with the baby names. It made me laugh, very thorough. I almost wish MY parents would’ve gotten that imput. Life would’ve been a hell of a lot easier.

User	Rokhal | 2005-02-26 |
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Message	The superficial bubble is probably not as prevalent as you might think. I say, give poetry a break and talk to some people you’re comfortable with if you’re worried, or just hang around. I’m kind of withdrawn like you, only I’m not into writing much, and it helps to have family near. If you don’t tell anyone else, thoughts just start circling and you can’t tell if you’re getting depressed over nothing. Poetry is about capturing life, right?