mon pauvre corps, je ne peux pas arreter m'inquieter.

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i hate being alone. i don't know why i keep reverting back to it. for some reason i keep telling myself i like being by myself, that i would be better off without attachments. when i think about the things i want to do in life, i impulsively see myself accompanied by no one. oftentimes when i imagine the things that would make me happy, it is singularly.

and i don't understand it, because i have proven to myself again and again, that when i am the victim of too much solitude, insanity often ensues.

i want a bike more than anything. it's caught me like a disease, and i didn't realize it.