i was always obsessed with people. i liked the feeling of their skin, the way they always were thinking something different than what i was, they were all unique. i loved being touched, i learned that from a young age with my mother, but she was always invested in her career. she didn’t mean to be distant, but she was never very good with children, i could not blame her for who i was, it just would not be right. my father also loved to work, so i grew up in a relatively rich home where i got what i wanted, so i didn’t care about toys. i cared about people. i cared about the other kids. i wanted to watch them. i wanted to hold onto them. it was a strange thing to feel closeness to people i barely knew, but i was drawn to them.

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