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It�s as if I feel assurance in being ignored. I�m asking people to avoid me, consciously giving them permission, and I love how easily they comply. It seems the only ones who violate this request are the ones who I made it for, and the ones who eagerly comply are the ones I wish would violate it.

I think some sort of medication is in order, because alcohol is not doing it for me.

I�m trying to imagine normalcy in me, but the pieces have never fit.