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Sent to a friend Nothing I do is real, or serious, meaning that I don't mean it, except that to do it will (hopefully) bring about the circumstances I'm aiming for. And if not, then it's onto the next thing, or person, or story, etc. I feign caring, and at times I feign feigning to care about caring. But I don't. This however, is not like when you don't care, because you can, but you aren't. I can not care, it's not in me. If I "care" about anything (and it's not a sentiment, it's an instinct), then it's solely for myself, my happiness, my benefit, at all times. Everything is plastic and changeable but me, the center. You know who I am, too. There are 3 million of us, but you will never identify more than an infinitesimal percentage of us from the population. Most of us blend in quite well to society, which is where we belong, where we have a right to exist, just the same as any of you.My favorite label is "Sociopath" :o)
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- I didn't know they had a word for who I am.
