I just reread what I wrote last-night.
Man, that's garbage.
Sounds like a questioning fifteen year old. One with 'issues'. And 'angst'. Who also thinks he's a deep thinker.
Instead of referring to it as random thoughts, I should've called it scattered trash.
I'm going to try to rewrite all that stuff in a more readable way. When I've had more sleep, not nearly so much caffeine, and have thought it over and out better. I might be older then too.
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