the next time I see you, i'll probably talk about a lot of things that I won't actually do. I'll probably be really really happy and think about how many people actually know who I am and get quiet. I do that sometimes; I'm sorry. None of the people who have any idea of who I am share DNA with me. Isn't that weird? Or is it just sad? I don't know anymore. my mother thinks i've gone crazy. my sister's don't know me and everyone from work thinks i tried to kill myself.

and i think i'm happier than ever.

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