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This isn't a game. It's not a battle of wits, or see who can go the longest under water. This is a pure, simple, and clean task. You can search for mention of your name, but it isn't all about you. It's about dreaming to afford a nice car. Or dreaming that one day you'll be rid of this place with your middle finger held out of the fucking window. It's wondering about insanities, orders, love, lust, beauty and everything in between. It's being hungry after you just ate the last bite of the food you spent your last cent on. Things aren't nice anymore. They're messy, confusing, and so fucking expensive. I will never forget the look on your face the last day I saw you. That tired, exhausted, cry for help plastered on your face like you haven't eaten or slept in days. I let you go yesterday. It was time for me to move on. It's only been eight months. But I decided I can't carry my scar forever. I can't show it off hoping someone asks about it so I can tell them the story they'd never expect to come out of my mouth. But I will keep the scar in a box and I will pull it out from time to time and tell myself what happened, just so I don't forget. I am so tired of this lackadaisical excuse you keep giving the world. This isn't the way you have always been. You were vibrant and healthy and caring but now you're lonely, tired, and mean. But I'm done with that. I'm done with people like you. People who excuse everything they do by simply saying that's just the way they are. WRONG. That's the way to chose to behave. If my taste buds can taste the spicy taste of salsa, the sweet taste of shaved ice, the salty taste of my lip on a blazing hot day, then I can get up out of my own misery and fucking enjoy it. So can you. All of you. You're not a welfare case, you're not "special," you're not smarter than everyone. You allude to this metaphorical pretense that gives you this false appearance then you behave normally on a public basis? Be independent. I am so annoyed with the leeches that are around here. I am going to do something I should have done a long fucking time ago. And If I can do it. SO CAN YOU.