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I'm trying to fix myself, or better myself, or, you know, whatever.

Not thinking too much is part of that.
And knowing what I want.
And, I forget what else, but there's more.

So I read this book. This psychoanalysis book I suppose you'd call it. It's about this system of finding out about yourself through the colors you like... which is pretty crazy, but I guess it works because the whole thing seemed to hit me dead-on.

And, apparently, I'm a dreamer, an anchor, and a visionary?

I guess I've got "powers" too. Whaddya know?

Okay, so it probably sounds lame, but this book is intense stuff. I mean, it's mostly accurate. And I like it because I've been wondering lately why I am the way I am and why I do the things I do.

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But anywayayayay...

Things have been going pretty well. Wonderful actually. Like, I'm feeling better now than I have all summer.

But.. there's something I want, that I know I probably can't have, but I like to tell myself it'll happen.. even though, realistically, there are tons of reasons why it won't. Or maybe it will? We'llseewe'llseewe'llsee.

P.S. That book also said my thoughts aren't realistic.