I am seriously addicted to my laptop and phone. A decade ago, my mom only allowed me to spend an hour a day in front of my computer. I had lots of time reading, drawing, and daydreaming. Now, it is even difficult for me to take an hour break away from my computer and phone.
Now I recognize my problem, I am going to tackle it. From now on, I can only use my computer at most 2 hours/day for pure entertainment. No more constantly checking my phone for texts and facebook messages. They all can wait. I will use my extra free time to read (newest book on my nightstand is “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace), start my storybook, and work out.
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When I walked him to his truck that night, there was a defeated, restless charge between us, and I punched him in the stomach, lightly, but he looked alarmed by something he saw in me, perhaps everything I wanted that he couldn’t give. After he drove away it began to snow, and I was glad the first snow of the year had held off until he was gone.
A week later the man in New Mexico came back East. We had our first date, and many more. And I married him. My heart was ready for him, for his kindness and honesty; his easy, steady love for me. For that kind of love: the mutual kind. —
“An Empty Heart Is One That Can Be Filled” by Lily King
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Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband, Leonard Woolf, March 28 1941
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”