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two nights ago i dreamt that i was talking to myself. the other me was consoling and coercing me into madness, saying that it's inevitable and just to accept it. that i'll die alone in an institution, and that if i get used to it now it won't be so bad later.

i was fired from my dream job almost 2 weeks ago. i don't know what to do, how to exist or cope or accept or move forward. i can't lie and say i haven't thought about giving up, but i know that's a permanent solution to a temporary… Continue

i like to go to places where it doesn't matter if i'm alone or not. i can sit and watch other people, play instant history or doodle on my napkin. where i have no idea whether that guy over there is sane, bi polar, schizophrenic or just plain confused. it doesn't matter. we're all mad here, isn't that what the cheshire cat said? he was right. we are all mad here.
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