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The lack of reciprocity has always annoyed me, but that's generally something very common when so far in your exploration of life and the universe, you remain one of a kind. You end up falling in love with the first imperfect reflection of the illusion of yourself that you wear as a mask.

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
W. Somerset Maugham


Have I played the freak act so long that I've now become one? Or was I one to begin with? Was I normal then and am I normal now without even being aware of it? Is doubt worth the time I invest in it?

Certainties:

1. I want to be elsewhere. Anywhere;
2. I want to write more than anything else;
3. I want to be loved;
4. I want to know everything, understand everything;
5. and many more.

Why is it that every time I see the words "many more", I think "Mandy Moore"? Oh.. is it the rhyme?!