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Sun Nov 26 00 / 4:43 AM When I'm alone, it never seems like a negative thing. I need my own time to do my own thing. I can enjoy those quirky things that only I like; I can knowingly waste hours and be the only one who cares or doesn't care. Yet when I'm with the others, I almost wish each time to never be alone again. But when am I the real me? Is it the unknown person who is free to act as they will with nobody watching - that perfect grace that comes from being unobserved? Or is it the person who is known by everyone else, to be this way or that way? It might be impossible to know. Am I me, or am I not you? Awhile ago, I think I would have immediately circled the latter, and felt regret. Now though, there are no more right or wrong answers. I've become an essay question instead of multiple choice. Title me, but know that it is only the first line of a volume. I've said that lately it all seems to be starting over in a much better way, so let this be the beginning of my bestseller. |
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