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Misdirection is hugging my bones. It seems that I was born a problematic child of discontent. I feel as if I have no forward motion again and am wondering if it is just the season or if I have truely fucked this all up. I quit my job, and dropped out of school, I feel as if these were decisions a child would make and made for a cause unrealistic. My music? Is this now supposed to carry my life? I hope I've done things right, I hope I make me what I want to be.