#0049. I am so hostile. I drive away my loved ones. I am bitter and I am mean. I am so lonely, but nobody is worth the effort. I find myself drawn to strangers because I do not yet know how awful I will come to believe they are. I am looking for a tribe to be part of. I am looking for my people. But my people are isolationists. I will never be able to find them because they certainly do not wish to be found.
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