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I just realized something about myself and about my depression. Now I know why I isolate myself from others and don't want to talk to or hear from anybody.

Other people's lives make me sad. I'm feeling left out. I have this wicked curiosity about others. I like to hear about them. I really do... But then there's always the moment when I can't bear it any longer. When it makes me sad just to think of their lives. I can't help but feel left out. Or worse, since I'm not left out, I was never meant to be a part of it...

I'm tired of being a nobody, of being ignored...

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Oh my God... oh my God... I have an idea. A very vague idea, but it's brilliant. I feel it inside of me. A story. A great story! I can write again!!!

Ooooh... this is marvelous...