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I'm feeling like that guy who had four teenage kids, left them and the mom for a young blonde, never sent them any money, but had a hot very expensive sports car he put all kinds of money into. He didn't feel fulfilled without it, or something like that.

It's all about me, and I haven't been able to get beyond me to do what's right, to do what everyone knows is right. Ugh, because of all this time I have, I'm able to sit calmly and look at myself. It's amazing how many things I do purely out of selfishness.


Anyway, seems there was a lot more I wanted to say, but it'll have to wait since the library's closing.