I am afraid that the people outside my window are talking about me, but I can't make out what they're saying. I am very uncomfortable. I think maybe I should move my computer father away from the windows? Only, I don't trust my neighbour across the hall, because I think she thinks poorly of me - and I can hear her music through the wall, and want to be sure she hears nothing from me.
Life in an apartment building can be difficult.
But it is not impossible.
Ther is a solution.
My name is Kristen, my age is twenty-five and I am a resident of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, North America, The World.
I have an ambitious-but-somewhat-backwards Russian boyfriend, and a family that lives far enough away to make me homesick on a regular basis.
I am currently working towards a Master's degree in in neurophysiology. Someday I want to be a great scientist who helps people all over the world with my fascinating and brilliant discoveries. Right now I am not anything special. I am just a girl like every other girl on the face of the planet who keeps a journal. Which, by the way, you are welcome to read.
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Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.
This journal is friends only.