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[shessouncasual]

I really have no idea what inspired me to write in this. Just to read through old entries is a constant reminder of my mutating character, which is actually a good thing. It allows me to smile when I think of who I am today, and laugh when I think retrospectively. Prospectively, always unsure. Finally things are falling into place, each day I can add another piece to the puzzle, or take one away. This is all depending on alcohol's play in my life and if I wake up to actually have a day. I feel like I have built my life to obtain self-satisfaction. My own interests are top priority, and still I fuck up. Why don't I have great friends and why is romance so unnecessary to my sublime well-being... pft, fuck if i know? I always though selfishness could save you... but I think it's made phelegmatic and false.
Right now I'd be happy to never talk to anyone again, and sit in a castle with a million dollars at my feet and a bottle to my right.
I need some self intervention