I’m not ashamed to catch myself being less than perfect. I learn so much about myself, studing others. I might mimic them, or possibly them mimiced me. I can;’t be sure.

I have been thinking a lot about an old friend, and —

stop.

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I can’t blog this.

The point of this post was to say I’ve been doing pretty much the exact same irratice behaviour I’m withnessing.

I’m seeing myself in others… I chamelean.

I don’t like it. It had impact.

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