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the alchemist

19 August 1986
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My name is Whitney. I am imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen. There, you have me in a nutshell.... kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change. I like to think of myself as a work in progress. It gets more difficult to talk about myself the more time I spend in my own company. In a way I want to use this as an excuse for my silence. It's no use, though. I've found some immense friendships recently. It feels good to actually be falling in love with the world again. It's a natural antidote for hate, and I suppose it's a start. All I've ever wanted and craved is the opportunity for a good beginning; I just don't think it was ever meant to be. The beginning was over a long time ago and it's time that I got to working on the middle before the end suddenly surprises us all. I feel like there might be a lot of different things on the horizon for me, but it seems so far away until suddenly I realise I've fallen asleep and I've been carried all the way there. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to speak in riddles and I could break out of myself. There seems to be immense beauty and inspiration in the darkest places of my world and on the one hand it terrifies me but on the other it renews a kind of hope. There's the hope that these dark corners of my mind will aid me to show the world how it looks to me; like a mirror made of flesh, and thoughts, and memories.