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On the forehand, I have nothing to offer. My life has been in disarray since I hit puberty, and I’m wondering if I’ll get even worse before the end. That said, would it be selfish to attempt to find happiness in someone purely for hedonistic/emotionally validating reasons? Jesus fucking wept I’m so far into isolation-induced madness that I can hardly tell what is appropriate any more. The state of cynical attachment is becoming far too much, and I wonder if I’ll begin to crack. For fuck sake; I’ve written almost six-hundred words solely on the subject of whether or not to approach another human being. That’s disturbed if I’ve ever been partial to something approaching rationality.

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