Dear Diary, I feel very strange.
I feel incredibly strange. I don't even know how to explain it. It's like a crisis or something again. I don't feel like myself. I feel a certain amount of shame and embarrassment for who I am. As if everyone hates me and I don't belong anywhere. As if I'm nothing next to other people.
I understand that it's wrong to think that way. I shouldn't think like that. But it's easier said than done.
After all, my thoughts are only a superficial description of this state. All my life I've felt like an alien among people.
I was interrupted from writing this by my two cats. They both laid right on top of me, immobilizing me.
Ahahha how I love them:- The room is warm. The soft side light of an old lamp is on. My favorite artist is playing in the background.I don't need to go anywhere and I don't need to do anything. My cats are lying on me. Does this seem like paradise?
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