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Mum pointed out a video she is watching that boils tofu, first I said wow so that she wouldn't have to feel embarrassed about being so uncultured, then I admitted I've eaten it in several Chinese restaurants
So, here I am. Blogging. Again. Life just comes in spurts, and mine is unusual. On my own, I'm mega. With people, I'm cowering. What's that about? As a soul, I'm misunderstood. So I hate life. But equally, I need it. Every foible, every fake reprimand. Every foisted dream. Why do I bother? I actually don't know. What is it that drives me to think my unusual thoughts? No idea. But I'm obsessed. I'm an enigma to myself. Whatever my thoughts are, read about it here!
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