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It's weird when you're driving in a car with your roommate and another friend and they are talking about their café they want to open and Joni Mitchell songs are pouring out the stereo and you think in your head, I feel like I've disappeared and then you nearly do because you are overwhelmed by the fact that you didn't think that on purpose, that it was pure truth. And how much it just bothers you that there can be someone so similar to you in the world that you aren't allowed to know; how really stupid.

Some days I want to disappear.