Status Updates From Too L.A.: Letters Never Sen...

I happen to know for an absolute fact that I am as beautiful now as most women ever hope to [be]. I am positive that my position vis-a-vis the world is one to be envied. That I don't have to go our being a secretary for the rest of my life…generous & warm women, is something i never take for granted…when I walk into a roomful of my friends, they let me feel their admiration, just as I show them mine.

What I care about is being left alone by people who want to make life an ordeal and perpetuate illusions of misery. What I want to do is write this book, get better, be nice to people, and just get along in what probably must seem like a mindless kind of joy and igno-rance, but nevertheless, that's what I want and that's what I'm going to have. Life is too short and too fragile to abuse it

I have been beset by emotional mismanagement, and for about half an hour this week, I actually doubted my intrinsic ability to totally know everything better than anyone else, which just killed me.

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I am being patient with a vengeance. It is not the sort of occupation I am used to nor is it one of my strong points but, if you want me to, 'll just do it. How long? I'm sorry-I’ll be patient - I’ll keep my pants on, as they say.

I started to tell you about last night, which was very dull, & I come out with libel and gossip and everything else, including a ruthlessness I don't really feel about things.
That I've even gotten this far in my life is due to fantastic friendships and people who care about me much more than I deserve-who got up in the middle of the night when I was crazy & who told me I was great when I thought I was not anything.

I get to get dressed up and I Airt outrageously and put people on and I do things like look soulfully out the window and man its just too hoozie for words. It's great!
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And the other boy is one I've reduced to a quivering mass of anxiety. Tha'seven better. Nothing like a quivering mass of anxiery around to do worlds for one’s ego…
If only all of this could last forever-not that it will, but I can.