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You know I thought I gave up on this thing. Nothing ever changes. Figures. When you are alone for this long, all you do is think. You can't help it, you just do it. Thinking is good for the most part, but then again it isn't. Thinking gets you knotted up in a tight ball and you get confued on every little thing and you lie to yourself without realizing it. Then when you are back in reality, you don't know if you are lying to yourself or if you are telling the truth. It's so hard to tell the difference between the two.
Things have changed and everyone notices.
I know for a fact I really don't care anymore. You can leave me alone...do it as a favor. But just get it through you thick skull that I don't want you to bother me about it anymore. If you got a problem about it..either shove it up your ass or confront me about it.