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I supposed anyone reading this now would be surprised. I've been gone for awhile haven't I?
In these months I've learned and experienced life in much more detail and I believe I'm beginning to grasp an actual logical reason for trying so hard. Its funny, I've always thought love in general was the purpose behind everything but I know now I was wrong. Things just aren't that simple, unfortunately. Friends come and go, lovers come and go, everyone come and go but only one thing remains, that urge to keep looking. To look for newer friends, a new love, just someone to connect with. Just anyone. So am I that different? I ponder
I've never had a dead set reason for anything I do really. In all honesty, most of the things I do are the results of my boredom in the middle of the night or morning if you'd like to call it, like now. I'd make up games in my head and if I have the time I'd play it out as I had recently. Its pretty exhilarating when you get down to it. I apologize if any of my friends got too involved in this. I'll be pretty sure to calculate the possibilities of collateral damage next time. However, for now all I can offer are my words of apologies.
On a side note, I think its time I rekindled with my Casanova-ways.
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