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This book contains descriptions of drug use,
adult language, sexism, and suicidal ideation.
Please, exercise discretion and healthy self-care.
To all the women who came before me,
You loved yourself better than I could.
Introduction
I remember being told that I wasn’t good enough to do something I’ve always wanted to do. We are all guilty of telling ourselves we are not good enough to enjoy the little things that make us who we are. We are a shiny new car that he just forgot to drive around the neighborhood.
As I’ve said in the previous volume, Twenty-first Century love is different. It makes us rethink the things that hurt us as we grow old. We grow old and there’s nothing we can do about it. In a Century, the love that we know will be revoked into a tale told by our great grandchildren. But who knows what the Twenty-second century will be all about? We’ll be gone by then.
I remember listening to the stories of my grandparents and how they fell in love. That was the Twentieth Century. I once thought that it was something special but I’ve met so many boys who would change my mind about love. Love is incandescent. Love is a longing to be something you want to be. As I write this to Lana Del Rey’s Lust For Love, I know that things change like the seasons.
Love isn’t what Carole Landis once knew. She died because of who she loved. I wish she knew that she has a world of people who wanted her to love and love and love. She deserved at least a second chance in love. I wrote from her perspective throughout this series. She is the reason why I can write about the depression that I once had. Just like from drugs, you can relapse from depression. I should know. I’ve been there before.
A wise poet once said, “a future was once lost yesterday.” She said it on April 18. Sylvia Plath knew what she was writing. She wrote about how she felt. She loved poetry and the people she knew. She felt so many feelings that made her wonder. She wrote it all down. And like Carole Landis, she ended her life. Why? That’s the question that burns my mind.
Self-love is more important than any other love. You must have faith in yourself because the world needs more people writing about how they feel. Love what makes you who you are. Always.
With all my heart,
Laika
xo