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It's been a while, everyone. I haven't an honest explanation as to why I've avoided this place, and I'm not even sure if the faithful readers have kept up on my absence. Either way, I thought I'd jot another mindless post just for the hell of it. In the time I've been away I've had the chance to go back and read some of the things I've written, and those that other people have written. Naturally I'm a person that hates everything I do not ten minutes after I do it - in terms of writing, anyway. I don't know if it's just an overly critical mind or a writer's sense, whatever it is, I'm not going to take credit for something that isn't there. Upon reviewing the things I've written - all the tongue in cheek criticisms of everything and everyone, I'm surprised I didn't stop sooner. Maybe it took more reading of things similar to my writing to show me that I'm incredibly full of - that's right - shit. Here I am, at age 17, pretending to be Aristotle reincarnate, bestowing my infinite wisdom on the masses. Give me a break. I don't have a clue how life works, let alone an understanding relatable to others. I've realized that I overcompensate any self-confidence problems by pretending to understand, rationalize, and generalize everyone else's problem. You know what's taught me? That no one can help someone but themselves. Even now, I'm sitting here spewing things that I assume to be correct, when in all actuality I can barely identify the problem. Now, for all you liberal wackos out there, don't assume I'm talking about politics, because the last thing I'm intending to do is apologize for generalizing liberals. I generalize liberals because they have a pleasant little habit of placing themselves into perfectly stereotyped little groupings. So go ahead, criticize my grammer, flaws, and my ideology, but remember that I've taken the time to study and weigh your positions - and I still think you're the worst things that could ever happen to America.

With all that aside, and getting back to my more philosophical habits, I have a major inclination to exhume every thought on any such topic from the annals of my online library. I can understand myself and pretend to understand others when the truth is that I can understand neither. I can't tell you why you hate your parents, and I can't tell myself practically anything. I've just realized that I can't respect people who do. I'm tired of people looking to me for answers (not that I'm flattering myself and assuming they do - they don't) when I can't figure out my own problems.

I'll tell you what. I need a vacation.

p.s. If I happen to have spelling mistakes, or missing words, or any grammatical errors, I'm telling you now that I did it on purpose.