Apparently, if you ask me about myself for any length of time, I will get very tired and have trouble keeping my eyes open. Myself and I aren't on good terms. In fact, sometimes I suspect it doesn't exist.
I don't get it. Am I missing something here? Am I thinking too much?
I am too much like the Kibbutzim kids. I need to create, but I get uncomfortable every time. Too many things happen in this world because one person just decides to do something.
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