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My sense of time is messed up. I like it. It seems like I've already been on vacation so long. It also makes sitting home for the least bit seem like an unbearable hell. I miss old friendships. I also grow increasingly tired of the facade of maintaining the majority of my more current friendships. I don't care about most of the people I'm associated with. There are the few close friends that I wish to maintain, and some others that I've recently encountered, that I wish were closer friends. Something unexpected has recently come to mind. I need to gather some information about it though. I don't really have a need for the outward show I've recently put on. I've got to find myself a way to get rid of it, and that's a problem unto itself. It's almost regretful that everyone knows my name, and has fallen for the picture I painted. I thought that the whole concept of giving people a false impression would in actuality let me become secluded, but the upkeep has required that I divert alot of my attention, alot of myself.