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Well, let's just say I'm the biggest jerk on the planet. I'm just so sick of people already. I think going and hanging out in large groups and leaving my hermit ways behind will make me happy but only in the moment. When I get home after people filled nights I hate myself. I never want to talk to another person again. I dwell on every moment and wish I would have done something differently. I look in the mirror and 'I can't believe I wore that.' Then for a few days I will hide in my room making awkward phone calls asking people if they think other people hate me for this or for that and coming out when I need to eat, shower or work. Oh, New York. You're going to kill me.