Short Autobiography
I spent the first forty-seven years, two months and two days of my life wondering what the hell was wrong with me. After I discovered there was nothing wrong with me, my life became more complicated, but infinitely better.
I hope you get there faster.
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Haun, I actually find that strangely uplifting (or upliftingly strange)! Thanks.
May 20, 2010 at 10:32:02
Are you talking about yourself? Or an imagined character?...
May 20, 2010 at 18:02:34
Would it matter?
May 21, 2010 at 01:45:15
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