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I’ve already told you about

my disastrous evening

with Thomas, but I still

need to talk about it.

I can’t stop

thinking about

what happened

(and could have

happened), and I

like myself less

and less.

I didn’t even really want to

go to his place and even less

to sleep with him.

But I’m going out with

him—that’s what’s supposed

to happen, isn’t it?

I feel lost, alone, at the bottom

of a pit. I don’t know what to do.

I get the feeling that everything

I do is unnatural.

Against

my nature.

Why does

life work for

other people

and not for

me?

LIFE DOES

NOT WORK FOR

EVERYONE ELSE,

EITHER, MY DEAR

HEART.

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