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I think we thought we were anticipating our futures.
I never anticipated what I am now, but rather made an ideal situation out of the presumable future, successful me. Here I am though. I wanted to grow up so bad and I knew that moving away was the solution, but in reality I remain as childish and aggressive as I always have been. And more than anything I hate that I know exactly how I am and can pin point every flaw and know exactly where I've gone wrong but I have failed to change who I am.

I mean, let me be honest. I like who I am to a degree. I wouldn't want to be anything else in fear that any other path might have left me less enlightened to my current situation. I hate that I thought I was so special for so long, and furthermore, I hate that people made me feel that I was something special that was going to make a huge dent on humanity by changing the aspects of how we live socially. The realization that I'm just like everyone else kind of upsetting but in a soothing way that reminds me that I am, indeed, human.

Being human is nice. Not that I really know the difference.