I am to you what you were to me:
A means, never an end
There are worse things that I could be
But that’s a poor excuse to be friends
I still wonder if you think of me
A tired thought, so oft repeated
And if we’re warned off who we want to be
It doesn’t matter who we needed
Friendship is no reliable thing
And more, is even less
So if I’m not ready for anything
What I’m doing here I cannot guess
Stepping Stones to Nowhere
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Writer In Retrospect 
It annoys me that some people enter into relationships with pre-designed agendas.
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In some ways, you’re supposed to. Or at least, it feels like that sometimes.
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It makes me feel dirty when I do that…
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That’s probably a good thing.
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I am not looking for such friendships at this stage of my life. I guess I never was. Take care, Rachel.
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A wise course. I’ve never been much good with friendships, myself; and when you have none, any can be tempting.
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When we are young, the emphasis all around us seems to be about fitting in. It is hard when you don’t fit the mold. I remember it well! As people grow older, they become more comfortable with their individuality. I think then, real friendships form. It gets better, Rachel! ❤ Cherish and nourish your talents now. You are an intelligent young woman and a very gifted writer.
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That makes sense, and thank you. It’s just hard for me sometimes not to wonder what the purpose of living in a world that I seem to be both deaf and dumb to is.
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