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...and then there are those dreams that blindside you with guilt for what you did years ago. Or maybe not what you did, precisely, but what happened because of you and what you feel like shit for.

I don't know if I've grown more responsible/aware/careful of and with others, or if being with Dan has just significantly lowered the instances in which I can be a terrible person, simply because I'm no longer trolling for boys to make mine. Hmmph.

Regardless, waking up this morning felt like swimming from the bottom of a very deep lake.