I think about the people I know or have seen and I make up stories about them, and me. I love, fight, sustain friendships, and spend my whole life with people. In this way, in real life, I get very close to people or keep them at a faraway distance. The funny thing is people aren't even aware of this and the stories become memories that can confuse me, and eventually they fade like many memories do. It's also interesting to note that, while I get closer to people or sustain friendships this way, I'm doing so with my last memory of the person. I haven't yet been totally shocked when meeting with someone I had old memories of, but I have the feeling it's going to happen soon - people can't help but change.
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