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some old pic of me

to lie to myself that everything so far isnt a mistake would make me an escapist. i wouldnt want to be that. i'ld like to be an exhibitor(not too much of an exhibitionist tho because i wouldnt like that), to be sharing but to only people who cared. but the bloody problem is the bloody bucks, bloody time and bloody activities that i would not even care for. this is a random thought that is not related to any event, but perhaps my workload. its just a thought. yes, those types where you sit down quietly and something just poped up. ah... that.