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new life.
except however, I have already found myself. maybe now. is the opportune time to be me.
unforgiving.
I am losing faith in people./jaded. however I don't feel compelled to make them fit into what
I want them to be.
you know?
people push me into situations and guilty uncomfortable positions for their own desires.
Has it really taken me this long to see it./or rather/ this long to realize that I
am the same as everyone else?
how to fix; how to fix.
Constant thought, \] i realized this because of you. I don't know it you meant it/ but I definitely see my error./
however.
I AM under-appreciated.
How to fix myself? Constant ponder in a pool that takes me far and then returns me to start.
again. lies. seem to infect everyone.
people do these "things" and they don't want to/
people tell stories. maybe to forget.
house of leaves. is founded on emotions firsts.
Chapter III
of my version
"Oh yea, those... Well, I was once in a horrible car accident where, see, I shouldn't have survived. The seat belt pulled so hard, that it tightened and gave me these, well, horrible marks all across my sides..."
Truth is I was a fat kid.
knowing this I will always be that fat kid. No matter how skinny.
I tell the lie because I love to deceive?
or is it just easier than remembering the truth?
any fool would know the story was a story....there's no lie in a detectable one.
what I mean is.
No one really thinks I'm a vampire on halloween.
