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 Once I wrote myself a letter where I explained that everything was going to be ok (it was really a difficult time). I sent it to myself by post, and started waiting. I waited so long that I began thinking it having been lost >.< But in the same day when I lost any hope to get it it was delivered and - what a coincidence! - with the other one that I wanted to receive but didn't believe it would happen. So silly, I was so confused by both of them that I've never read them and hid in my drawer. Now I think it was rather cowardly, and I put myself down with these thoughts.
Actually, I avoid talking with people much. My subtle inner world should be a safe harbour, but it's not a right way to live, I think.