Harriet Nicholas is 20 years old. She is a final year fashion student living in the UK.
Harriet grew up in Brunei and won numerous short story competitions there. Despite having a strong love for writing, her ambition to be a designer was far greater. She moved to the UK four years ago to do her course and is currently living with her boyfriend, Kevin.
She is also a freelance illustrator and fashion writer. [February 2004]
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I Haven't Found Myself Yet Harriet Nicholas
There is an aching in my heart
A gap the world itself could not fill
An aching ravenous need
That at first threatened to destroy
But now keeps me company
When I am like this
My being is surrounded by a metre wide radius
Of loneliness
Of extreme solitude
When I am like this
People approach me
But are gradually bored
Stunned
Disenchanted
By my sad demeanour
Some lace such feelings with understanding
But such understanding
Is non -existent
Is faked
For how can they understand
When I know so little of it
Myself?
And those that do,
Do not even bother
You see,
People loathe in others
What they hate about themselves
I know this - for I am one of those people . . .
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