I know I've been weeded out of a lot of things, it's so odd to see friends I used to have separately hang out with each other, but I'm now on the outside. Not even on the close outside, but layers out, if life were the Mining, and the inside bar was the stronghold, I'd be past the parking lot, over by rape-assistance. It's just such an odd feeling.
I know what the conversations about me are, and maybe I'm being presumptuous in thinking there are conversations about me... but if they are, I already know how they go. They're scripts and I wrote them with my bad judgment.
I think, however, that although I've been unintentionally, and in some cases perhaps intentionally, put aside... it'll work itself out. I've stopped feeling bad about i
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