You are the Clap Board. You can't get someone off of your mind. You go through intense bouts of nostalgia. You hoard things, but often throw them out before they can rightfully be called "collections". You wish you had the time/money/care to be more conscious about how you spend your money. You vaguely dislike capitalism and "the state" and want them destroyed, but you're not sure how well you'd fare in an anarchical society. If people are as shitty then as they are now, the last thing you need is for them to have fewer reasons to leave you alone. The few times you've been genuinely, completely enraged have been most terrifying for you. You know where your heart is. You want to be good. You hope it's not too late.