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Why does nobody understand, after all the years, that I am less lonely when I am by myself, than I am when I am in a room full of people who want nothing to do with me? I get that they are family, and they all see the holiday as a time to spend together, but they don't want to have anything to do with me the rest of the year, or even on this one day, when I sit in a corner alone until I am able to sneak away.