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December 24, 2010
I can't stop myself from these obsessive thoughts. Any time my mind is not occupied by the task at hand (and even sometimes when it should be)my mind drifts to this place that does not exist, that is populated by people that are amalgamations of people I know, none of them real. Nothing is real, yet I can inhabit that world more fully than I can this one. This is where I am honest and true, and I have little fear of loss or abandonment. And there is one person besides me that travels between these two different worlds.