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| I'm finding it hard to deal with people on the most basic levels. I can't even buy a pack of cigarettes without intense inner turmoil. | |
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| It's their lust for projecting their gauche self-styled personas that distraughts you I wager. | |
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| Indeed. I have to radiate a pure fabricated confidence of the rightness of my entire being just to defend my psyche from being bludgeoned by their "uniqueness". | |
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| Kinda' playing a cool facismo poseur, are we? | |
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| I feel like the nerdy kid coming back to school with the shiny new pleather jacket. Mentally, that is. | |
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| You know they only invited you to the party because their moms told them to, right? | |
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