Supposedly hell is other people. Well, I suppose that's true. Then again, happiness is other people. Sadness is other people. Anger is other people. Shame, fear, love, and almost every other emotion are other people. The only thing that isn't other people is empty loneliness. And frankly, anything is better than that. So go out, find some other people, and at least be miserable. Hell, you might even enjoy yourself.
Not entirely sure why I decided to write this.
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An amalgation of circumlocutory ruminations, contradictory non sequiturs, and muddled perspectives. Updated erratically.
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