I want a man like Keats

"My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving — I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. [...] I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shudder'd at it — I shudder no more — I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you." (Letter, 13 October 1819).

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I think i will revive this blog for the sake of reviving it. I really enjoy reading this other girl's blog because it's so candid and truthful. She weaves her words so cleverly that it doesn't seem like a rant or a long, whiny complaint. I'll try to at least partially emulate that style.

First Step:
Write complete sentences.