i guess im the sort of person who disappears a lot. at least that's what im told. i wouldnt know, since where ever i go, there i am. but i think it worries my dad when im gone for more than a couple days. once they put out a missing persons report and the cops asked my mom if she would sign papers saying she would identify the body if i was found dead. she cried for a few days. i moved out shortly after. i saw her three months later; she looked like she'd been living off sunflower seeds and soda. when i think about it i feel guilty, estranged. i wonder why i am the way i am, did someone make me this way? or is just a combination of habits formed through experience..now where do i go from here