Project: Liberate

About
"Liberate ... to be set free, as from oppression, confinement, or foreign control."

What do you need to be liberated from? What is holding you back from living your life to the fullest? This blog isn't going to solve all, if any, of your problems, but I can only hope that when you visit it you are reminded that there's always something interesting around every corner - as long as you look hard enough.

I am an eighteen year old female living in San Diego, California. I'm young, and like so many others my age, don't know where I'm headed quite yet. I am currently recovering from a very difficult breakup after a very long relationship with someone I called my best friend. I'm lost, I'm human, and perhaps that will make this blog random and without much direction. It's for you, it's for me, it's for anyone in the world who just wants to ... feel ... just wants to live. If there's anything you would like posted on here, or a topic you would like to see discussed, please email the address below.

P.S. The "letters" I write are a kind of personal therapy for me. This hell of a breakup I've gone through has left me in shambles. I write letters to the next person I'm going to be with, I guess so I can feel less lonely. It's silly, but it helps quite a bit. Do you have a letter? Email it to me and I'll post it.

Contact PL

Email: projectliberate@yahoo.com

Letter #2

Dear future love …?

It’s six thirty in the morning … I’m listening to Jenny Lewis/Jens Lekman and sadly realizing what I have to face today. I don’t know where you are and if you’re getting ready for some type of classes this morning. Are you nervous? Is today going to be a difficult day for you? I wish I was above it, but today I’m inevitably going to have to see my exboyfriend with his new girlfriend. As I was getting ready this morning I looked in the mirror and even though I had pictured this outfit looking great for today … it was quickly overshadowed by the fact that my ex’s girlfriend is about ten pounds lighter and three inches taller. It’s back to feeling inadequare, as usual. I wish you were here so that I could say good morning to you and feel better knowing I’m starting my day with you on my side. For now … good morning. I’m going to drink some coffee, not worry if my hair looks perfect and just go …

hope to see you soon, I’m having a hard time here.



October 19, 2009, 9:41am   Comments