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I'm sorry that I worried everyone, it's just I know my writing skills just aren't what they used to be, and I keep having this initial fear that I'm just boring everyone to death. I really hate the fact that I've made people angry and sad, and I caught a glimpse of the petition, which was a really sweet thing to do. Life as of late has been complicated. I drag my feet on the floor, not quite walking but not quite standing still. We want to be lied to. We like it. We're codependent as an electorate. We want to have our cake...and we not only want to eat it, we want to lick the platter it came on and then demand some more, and when the cake doesn't come out exactly as we want it, we want to complain. It's a neverending cycle of "I want this" or "I want that." So many material wants turn into needs, to the point where it's nearly impossible to even comprehend the difference between a want and a need. It's nearly impossible to even think about it, considering we're all guilty of being selfish from time to time. We are also obsessed with being perfect. I nearly deleted my journal because I found my writing style unsatisfying. I take not only one but two showers after a run to make sure that I'm entirely clean. I always have to use my salad fork before my dinner fork, and it drives me crazy if I have it any other way. I'm a freak of nature, don't try to deny it. I need things. I want things. I must have things.