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I went to a birthday party today inside of a Masonic Temple for a spooky girl I didn’t know. I didnt even really know the person who took me there. It was pretty much a complete stab in the dark. It was half fun, half terrifying. I couldn’t really talk to anyone until I got drunk.

I have like zero social skills.

And people were fucking in the temple room with the books & spears & thrones and shit. And I felt jealous because I don’t fuck anyone, and really can’t.

Can’t talk. Can’t fuck. Can’t relate. Can’t connect.

I must’ve already died and this is Hell. I hurt so bad inside. I feel it in my chest. In my head. I hurt so fucking bad.

Because I know I’ll never be like them.