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there is a naked man in my shower. thank god i don't have a husband. i imagine he would be very upset. why is it that i can never decide on one certain destination. i want to stay. i want to go. now it's transformed into i want to become reborn and move to bosnia. why bosnia? who knows, its the first fantasy destination that came to mind. i can relocate, why not? there are no rules for this, just conscious and moral guidance, but i'm sure it can be ignored. so far that's what i've been doing and look where i am now: tired, hungry, & drunk before noon. I should've remembered that i'm the child that keeps the family members in their rooms. maybe i just like to forget that i'm that child, and that maybe this time someone would've came to check up on me.