(some posts aren't being published at the moment, but I figured this one is safe cos it's about me - as opposed to an observation about them)
Talking about my 'essay' on Maslow on Sunday evening with him I realised that whilst that explained my lack of progress, reason why I have no hobbies or enjoyment in life, I also realised that it doesn't explain why he is constantly in my thoughts.
I don't know why I can't just forget.
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