sometimes, i honestly think i have a condition of which my parents have informed everyone about, excluding myself. sometimes i do things without noticing, but i wonder and sometimes worry that these are only so exaggerated that i actually notice, i wonder if there are little things that drive people crazy? teachers, students, church people, etc., etc., all know if it and aren't allowed to tell me, and my girlfriend is the only one nice enough to really stick with me through it and see past it. i don't know where these thoughts come from. i guess i never felt wholly a part of what's around me, and in my detachment, consider actualities which render coherent processes inept. maybe i do have a condition after all?
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