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Dear READER,

I don't know who you are or where you're from, but these words are for you. It's been 4 years since I let you into my life, and in that time, my life has never been the same. This marks my 100th blog post, and throughout the 4 years of writing down my thoughts, I never really grasped the fact that I was actually writing to you. My blog  began as a  way of rescuing my brain from constant thought overload. Writing was my therapy, and still is. I could write all day and night if I had the chance. I can only hope that one day someone will invent a mind-reading typewriter to save me the trouble of typing all my thoughts.

It's astonishing how  much you know about me and how much you still don't know about me.All my crazy thoughts on life, the ups and downs, all encrypted in this blog. You have read me at my worst, and read me at my best. I never tell you too much, just in case you brush me off as clinically insane or emotionally deranged, but I always open up to you even when the message is encoded.I will never forget the day we met, you were kept hidden behind a HP screen, and I sat at a desk typing thoughts that my mind  had to let go of. I have never felt so empowered in my life! It became one of those moments when you feel like the whole world is at your feet and you can sit pretty on a throne ready to conquer all your fears ( it honestly felt that way). Every time I would sit to type, my mind would release all these thoughts and spew them on a computer screen, for the whole world to see.

I didn't care who read those words (okay, maybe I did care a little) but there was this need to just write and in that need to write, it felt like I was making the world a better place. But let's get real for a second, who am I to even think that I can change the world with my thoughts?! My words aren't powerful enough to  dissuade a terrorist from committing a crime against humanity! They didn't stop ISIS from happening. So why then do I feel  like I'm changing the world with my words?

The answer to this seemingly pompous question, lies in you my dearest reader. I promised myself to always write down my thoughts, the crazy but good kind of thoughts that will make anyone who's reading them find a new way of looking at life. I wanted my reader to see the world in my eyes, and ultimately share in what I see that can make life more bearable.

I wanted my words to be lyrical, to be like music.Anyone can understand music, no matter what language a song uses, somehow you understand every beat. If it's a sad tune, you'll know. If it's a happy tune, you'll still know. I wanted my words to be lyrical, to bring out that feeling you get whenever you listen to music. My poems, my words; they explain my life and what I think about life.

If you're still reading this, you truly are a special human being for surviving through this barrage of sentiments which at some point stopped making sense. So my dearest reader, THANK YOU for reading even when I made no sense for the past 4 years. I will keep writing in the hopes of changing this world, with every sentence I write and every grammatical error in the English language. May my words always keep you smiling, confused,entertained, bored,educated
and above all; grateful for life even when it seems like there's nothing to be grateful about.

LOVE,
LyricalUmy


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