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I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.

I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person.

I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.


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