I lie for only you, and I lie well.

I need to sort through my life and sort through my personality - I can't figure out who I am or what the consequences of my new-found disposition are. But I am never alone, and probably, will never be alone again. How can I determine who I am if all I see is someone else? I am feeling painful nostalgia - painful regret, for taking myself for granted. I assumed I would always have that. I assumed I would have the opportunity to revisit things - revisit people, revisit states of mind.

Those possibilities are gone.

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