so every time i write these things, i always start with "i've never been good at talking about myself...", and it's true. i really suck at it. my sense of self-perception is completely haywire, and constantly changing. i am entirely too dependent on outside commentary, and at other times not enough.

i do know one thing about myself: i am a damn good artist. i enjoy painting, sketching and drawing. i love ceramics: it is literally the only time that, for a few hours, i can forgive everyone for pretty much any thing. i miss playing the piano; i took lessons when i was younger, impatient, too impatient to learn the basics. i'd like to go back to that. i think that if india ink were to manifest itself as a person, i'd love that person.

basically, i'm rather manic. i work well under several very specific, varying conditions. i work well with very specific, varying people. there were times when i thought these were flaws that needed to be overcome, that the only way to truly be human and functional was to operate well all the time, every time, with every person. balls to that.

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