What is the question? Assuming there is one, I think it would be why? I don't know why I keep feeling such suffocation when there really is no reason to feel this way. My life is good and I have all that I need but I keep feeling the need to hide and do my own thing. It's interesting to me that these feelings still linger, long after I felt I had extinguished them.
Part of me is not living and breathing. There is a part of me that I feel I need to stuff down deep and ignore. I do allow myself to wander into my strange obsessions a few times a week, when I have those long drives alone mostly. I seem to thrive on the secrecy of the obsessions. I think I will always have these needs.
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