i am not sure where i'am going to be, or what i want out of life exactly, or how much other people will be involved in those decisions. But i know that i have not chosen anything because i did not want to, that i'am not pretending to enjoy a friendship or a city because other people tell me that i'am a good person for doing so. Things are imperfect, but they are mine.
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