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I really miss being able to pour it all out.

I regret things. But I don't. I wish I did other things, but I know in the end I wouldn't have done them anyways.

I knew it, but maybe it was what I needed, just as I'd suspected. That constant periodical repetitive kick in the ass that keeps me on my toes and head forever up my own ass.