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It's so odd when you go back and read what you'd written in your diary 4 years ago and see how vastly different you thought and saw things, I read IM conversatins I pasted in (those of "great" importance) and I realize how selfish/naive/dumb I was and how much of a jerk some where, and then those that I remember as jerks, i read a passage of something I have no recollection of, but it happened, i wrote it, that shows some bit of compassion or humanity in them. Odd.