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It's been 4 years since my last post. Freeeeaky. Reading what I wrote before is a trip. Since acid and genetics have eaten away at my memory, I do not remember who I was 4 years ago, aside from reading the post. I like her. Funny. But I guess it's time to write something because I want to tell someone something, but not sure if it's fair to single out one human to tell it to. Not sure why, but maybe because it's more than just human...it's really something I want to say about humanity with me included. ANd maybe it's just something I want to say to myself and be able to read it when I forget it's me. Anyways, I think I I met someone who really made me question my humanity and what I want. But he has no idea. What is that? Love? Desperation? Reality? Maybe reality because that has always meant to me it's out of my hands and something that happens to the collective person, just not me. Like simplicity. Because how many times can you flip an egg, or talk about the perfect purse...cause those are all reality to me. What Im trying to say is that reality is something that happens to me that I have no hold over except watch is roll by like a stream. Dreams are clouds with shape just for the moment. Want is sad. Happy is luck. Reality is a bitch slap by maybe someone nice and maybe someone unexpected.