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I understand that I’ll likely never hear from D again, things got really weird between us and it feels like he wants to move on. But the cold truth is that we haven’t really been friends, I totally failed on bonding with people in the first 35 years of my life, due to different reasons overlapping my life struggles. This is exactly why I got away with a lot of stuff connected with radical reinventing of the self, because no one cared. Even family, bonded with them only in recent years, past 2018. I think I met some people who really care, this year, 2021, and this is the sign of tides turning – I’m not going to spend the rest of my life completely alone, that’s for sure. Imaginary friends is a good exercise too, since then I kinda freed up space or rather created circumstances for friendships to arrive. Likely the same could work with a partner, it’s been a while since I was partnered. It looks like I’m on a journey, just like anyone else I guess, on the journey towards authenticity and many other things, and given how much I learn and try new things – this year, the first year of true freedom – I’m not the same person as I was even last year already, this is why, exactly why, I separate myself and æææ. And it’s really, really hard to change drastically. When I first reinvented myself I changed only labels, the superficial appearance, but not who I am on the inside. Right now I still feel the jet lag. It might disappear with time, hopefully, and it’s completely justifiable – I experienced so much and changed so radically, it really feels like I’ve been living a third lifetime in the row already. I can’t talk about nearly all things from the past with anyone – since I already can’t believe myself I was this or that. It feels ridiculous. Maybe because I was actually living one huge massive lie before, or two lies, and when these lies were operated away almost with surgical precision – I’m to discover who I really am. Now I’m free, in all ways possible – since I am free, finally free. and all this fog from the past is just jet lag.
Yeah… others couldn’t process the changes and frankly didn’t care that much. I don’t think he’s able to and/or that he cares enough. I gotta accept it too and move in, stop focusing on the past.
And I completely took advantage of the situation when people just can’t process things and/or think purely in labels, superficially. And/or not caring enough.

With cultural stuff though… I don’t think I’m able to hit the same sweet spot twice in culture, I don’t have enough motivation to continue on releasing albums, EPs and so on. I like collaborating though, particularly on compilations – it feeds the egos of the artists, it gives me the opportunity to release my stuff (in a way the whole thing came full circle) + data patterns. I feel like self-censoring most of the time when I talk about music though. Maybe the best way is keeping some of it, like compilations, on a back burner, but focus on what I do now – stats, in future data science and machine learning hopefully… AI and stuff.

I am a living proof of how malleable could people really be. English wasn’t even my first language, for starters, and there are many other things I’m just not going to tell about anymore due to these things becoming just obsolete.

It actually feels like there’s a lot of space for new and better stuff right now. I’m studying and letting the projects run it’s course by working on them but there’s a lot of space and freedom now. It feels like escaping the prison first time, one can go anywhere one likes really. I’m actually starved for love, gotta admit it… and it looks like it’s similar with when exiting a hunger strike, a couple of spoons of oatmeal for starters and not a steak obviously. I just hope that right now I’m healing finally. And getting more capacity for love.

New Confession

A Truth feels weird to me since I’ve been a compulsive liar most of my life, I will teel the truth as I know it. My father is a Baptist pastor and mom’s family were missionaries. dad gave me and my older sister horsey rides on his knee, his knee bouncing on my cl1t felt so good I asked for rides and pulled his hands to my chest for n1pple stimulation. Tucking me in bed at night he would kiss me on the lips while rubbing m cl1t and s*** my n1pples each a few seconds. My sister across the room would get the same but it lasted way longer. One night I woke up and heard my sister moaning, the moon shining through the window I could see she was on top of Dad moving around. I asked them what they were doing, dad said come over and see. It was the first time he put his little finger in side me while I watched and felt his c0ck going in and out of my 11 year old sister. My sister got mean with me after Dad let me rub my cl1t on his c0ck before he went to her bed but Dad made her stop being jealous by letting me l1ck her cl1t while his c0ck was inside of her. When Sis was pregnant they told me never to say anything about what we did at night and to lie to mom when she asked questions. We rehearsed questions and answers from the time I was 8. he told me he loved me the most and on my 9th birthday he let me put his c0ck inside me a little ways filling me with his c()m. It hurt but he sensations were epic I wanted more. Sis got a boyfriend the next year so I had Dad all to myself, I’m thin so I did get my periods as soon as Sis so I had my first baby a month before I turned 14. The congregation made remarks to us because Dad asked us to have s3x with boys at church to give him someone to blame for our pregnancies. My sisters boyfriend, an alderman’s son, had already graduated high school so I did it with his brother who had an old Chevy car. I swore to Dad I loved him more but I really liked being pregnant and having s3x with both of them. After my baby was born mom put it up for adoption to a church member as my sisters was taking so much of her time. I’ve watched my only daughter grow up and become a Nurse, marry and have two daughters of her own but only say hi or how are you doing to her, she doesn’t know she’s adopted. I’m 62 now, I’ve never told the whole truth to anyone till now.

Related Confessions

A Truth feels weird to me since I’ve been a compulsive liar most of my life, I will teel the truth as I know it. My father is a Baptist pastor and mom’s family were missionaries. dad gave me and my older sister horsey rides on his knee, his knee bouncing on my cl1t felt so good I asked for rides and pulled his hands to my chest for n1pple stimulation. Tucking me in bed at night he would kiss me on the lips while rubbing m cl1t and s*** my n1pples each a few seconds. My sister across the room would get the same but it lasted way longer. One night I woke up and heard my sister moaning, the moon shining through the window I could see she was on top of Dad moving around. I asked them what they were doing, dad said come over and see. It was the first time he put his little finger in side me while I watched and felt his c0ck going in and out of my 11 year old sister. My sister got mean with me after Dad let me rub my cl1t on his c0ck before he went to her bed but Dad made her stop being jealous by letting me l1ck her cl1t while his c0ck was inside of her. When Sis was pregnant they told me never to say anything about what we did at night and to lie to mom when she asked questions. We rehearsed questions and answers from the time I was 8. he told me he loved me the most and on my 9th birthday he let me put his c0ck inside me a little ways filling me with his c()m. It hurt but he sensations were epic I wanted more. Sis got a boyfriend the next year so I had Dad all to myself, I’m thin so I did get my periods as soon as Sis so I had my first baby a month before I turned 14. The congregation made remarks to us because Dad asked us to have s3x with boys at church to give him someone to blame for our pregnancies. My sisters boyfriend, an alderman’s son, had already graduated high school so I did it with his brother who had an old Chevy car. I swore to Dad I loved him more but I really liked being pregnant and having s3x with both of them. After my baby was born mom put it up for adoption to a church member as my sisters was taking so much of her time. I’ve watched my only daughter grow up and become a Nurse, marry and have two daughters of her own but only say hi or how are you doing to her, she doesn’t know she’s adopted. I’m 62 now, I’ve never told the whole truth to anyone till now.