Loneliness among people is probably the worst thing that can happen to a person. You have no one to share your life with. Your own body is a prison from which there is no escape. You begin to blame yourself for everything. After all, there must be something wrong with you, while the surrounding world is perfect. Even if it's a cold, extremely inhospitable place, devoid of warm colors and natural elements. It's as if you were a misfit in some puzzle you don't understand. As if it's not your world but theirs, and you are an intruder. Alien. They—with their intrigues, pettiness, and lack of empathy—seem to thrive in this reality. Only you feel bad, cramped, and wish to escape to the farthest edge of the universe.

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