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When I think of going out there, I think that maybe none of it is real, except me. And then I think that perhaps all of it is real, except me, and that’s much worse.
It is a bleak moment indeed when you realize that you don’t actually like yourself—that you’re the kind of person you wouldn’t want to be friends with. That you don’t know how you came to be that person, and you don’t know what to do about it.
