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this makes me feel better. i love talking to myself and writing about meaningful-to-no-one-else-but-me shit. i don't know why i nor why i ever have craved the presence of people. my brain constantly proves they do nothing good for me and yet i continue go back in hopes of a die being thrown. how naïve i am for not knowing how to solve such simple "problems" on my own. i lack awareness. i have all these things to do but choose to suck onto other individuals when they realize they can do their own thing. proceeding to feel anger towards them when they simply live. for what would be the reason i do these odd things? for why am i unable to live myself? am i uncapable of being an individual?