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Apr 19, 2009 00:48

You know, not one person ever asked why I left.

I'm not going to lie, I would've loved for someone to have asked and actually cared.

Not even my best friends. "She can't even spit out a full sentence anymore, she's so distant, let's just walk away, maybe she'll get the idea." Yes, I became a different person. A disorder was eating me alive. I had/still have a problem, and it's become increasingly worse since I've dropped contact with everyone. I don't swallow pride well enough to do anything about that.

I want acquaintances. My self-sufficient sense of superiority now allows me to not care whether I am someone's best friend, or even just someone's friend. I don't know what to do. Gah, just shoot me.

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