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I am absent minded most days. At least, the days pass in such a way, that they blend together. More likely it is my passing through the days thats blurs the time. Nobody, can realize that which has happened. I haven't much interest in anything but dreaming right now. In retrospect, I spent a good deal more energy this year and those past, avoiding responsibility, relations (and commitments to such) than I ever imagined myself doing. Lingering nostalgia restores a sense of innocence comforting me in my shell. This isn't always fair but it doesn't have to be. Sometimes everything feels just right. I want to be held tight. This year and those past have been great because I haven't had to do much. Whats stressful is the responsibility coming. I can't respect myself for not enjoying responsibility. Responsibility is important and desired and if it were me, I'd just have a good time. What I define as good is really confused. This is messed up. Confusion takes me and I don't know what to do. I like to run and I want to live in a cabin. I would be okay alone given the freedom to move. I can't imagine prison. I miss a lot of things. I'm glad that everything is good.