I hate the noise the buses make when the drivers are stomping on breaks at full power. it reminds me of the dentist drilling someone's teeth, and my teeth hurt when i hear the sound.
I love love sleep, and taking naps.
I saw on the news about a criminal in hiding, and of course when they caught him his looks were drastically altered, he grew a beard, he tanned, his hair was unshaven, all for his purpose of hiding his true identity.
I wonder what it is like to live one's life in hiding, always on the run, but sometimes I do feel that I am the outsider in my life, watching it from a distance, with a passive attitude, is that the same thing as running away??
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