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when i sit on the curb and i say i don't know when to stay quiet, i really mean it. i keep talking even beyond the point of making sense because it seems like the only direction to move in any conversation is forward. so if you were to ask me, "how do i seem?" or "what should i do with my life?" i would have an answer for you. it would come stumbling out of my mouth full of poor word choice and bad advice, littered with my misconceptions of you and a sense that somewhere over these past 24.5 years i have gained something akin to wisdom.
i am full of myself when i don't want to be and humble when i need my self-respect.
i am full of myself when i don't want to be and humble when i need my self-respect.