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March 4, 2011
In fact, the problem is that I love the unknown too much. I become infatuated with complete strangers, purely for the fact I know nothing about them. I become bored with activities, and places, and things so quickly. I get bored too quickly. I long over things I can't have, them get depressed over their unattainability. Why are teenagers always so convinced there is something wrong with them? Right now I am so convinced there is something integrally wrong with me. I so much prefer my own company to the company of others. No, not others. There are many people I adore, and could spend all of time with, but they all come as part of a package, the package of humanity. And it's humanity I don't want.