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Sunday 12 November 2017

A hermit, a recluse, I never realised this was my destiny, but I like it

My goodness. Going out. That's scary. I've tried to, recently. It seems I can't. I'm good with close friends, and small cafes, but anything with people, or crowds, or noise, or crowds, or people I can't deal with. I get like this at times, but it seems that it is lasting longer this time, possibly because I no longer drink enough to override my own feelings.

Maybe this time the hermetic bent will last forever. Maybe I'm okay if it does.

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