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FAMILIAR Vol 1, Iss 2..............................................................................................................................
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BEHIND
THE SCENES OF AN EMOTION LITERACY E-ZINE MISSION
STATEMENT THE FAMILIAR VOL. 1 ISS. 2. Missed an issue of the familiar? Click here to browse through our entire back-issue archive! |
tara Hi, I’m Tara. I’m a dreamer. I’m a lover and a fighter, a bitcher and a moaner. Sometimes I try too hard to impress people. Sometimes, I just don’t care. I don’t hide my emotions. I can give advice, I just can’t take it. I want to live in London. I want to be a writer. I want to be a photographer I want to be a psychologist. Love is a big part of my life. I am creative, lively, and upbeat, on good days. Life gets me down a lot. I should be more organized. I procrastinate. I love singing. I sing in the shower, in the car, in front of my mirror, anywhere. I belt out in the middle of downtown with my friends. Dancing too, I dance everywhere, to any kind of music. I love movies. Watching them, analyzing them, memorizing the lines. I want to travel all over the world. I would love to learn how to fly a plane. I would love to sail a boat. I want a big family. I never want to get divorced. I want a dog. I want more than 15 minutes of fame. I want romance. I want to paint. I believe that this life is just a test. After the test is done, all there is left to do is party. I have to write. I have to express myself. I have to tell people where I am coming from. Life hasn’t always been easy. Then again, it hasn’t always been easy for anyone. I’m lazy, unless I am doing something that I really believe in. I believe that hate and anger consumes people. I believe that I won’t let it consume me. I try to stay balanced. I try to live for today. I look into the future. I think about the past too much. I regret. I love being alone, but I crave company. I hate tomatoes, but I love tomato sauce. I cook when I am bored. I love my legs. I hate my tummy. I love my eyes. I hate fake laughter. I am addicted to Coca-Cola. I am addicted to chocolate. I don’t understand boys. I don’t understand why my hands are always cold. I have short sassy hair. I am low maintenance, or at least I think that I am. I give a lot. I take a lot. I am honest with people, sometimes too much so. I love my friends. I love my family. I love hot chocolate on a snowy day. I love slurpees. I love laughing. I love contemplating. I’m a thinker. I am independent. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m a bitcher and a moaner. But most of all, I’m a dreamer.
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