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Where have I been for the past eleven days? Well, I've been here, and I've been feeling lousy. I think the denial engine in my brain threw a gear, and I'm starting to realize that I'm an insular man with few friends that I no longer belong with who justifies his loneliness with elitism and a marginally popular webcomic and the ability to put sentences together in a way that maybe a few people like. These would be freeing thoughts if it weren't for my self-doubt engine, which chugs along just fine. So, for a few days nothing was really funny, and being creative made me feel miserable.
Anyway, I'm just trying to explain my growing anxiety to myself. I'm not looking for any sympathy, because I think I've hit on one of the things about the human condition. If anything, have sympathy for yourself; you're caught up in this writhing knot just as much as I. Sorry.
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