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Recent events have got me thinking people. They have got me thinking that I am slowly becoming some sort of recluse. In previous years, and months even I would have enjoyed nothing more than going out and having fun with friends and family. But of late I find that leaving the sanctity of my humble abode is a chore not worth accomplishing. I fear that my long period of lethargic apathy may lead to a place I’m not entirely comfortable with. I do not wish to be some perverted hermit living in the slums and back woods of Australia, but I cannot get over that fact that people are arseholes. Everywhere I turn I see arseholes and pricks that cause me much distress and evoke desires of homicide and grievous bodily harm. It seems easier to avoid people then to deal with the daily pleasantries of life in the public. I am afraid for my sanity, as I have never been before folks. I am scared, alone and rapidly running out of options with which to deal with this problem. I ask you is this a symptom of a mind starved for to long of human contact, or are the majority of people in this world just shit? I fear it may be that I am just a self-indulgent twat pedalling useless and pointless drivel (because the internet really doesn’t have enough pointless drivel). Is he crazy you ask, well yes! We’re all a little crazy; we have to be I certainly can’t be the only one.

And if I am the only one......well
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