"Sometimes I Think That I Am Happier On My Ownit Is A Feeling That I Am Well Acquainted Withhoweverwhen
"Sometimes i think that i am happier on my own it is a feeling that i am well acquainted with however when i am around those who would rather not be alone it is then that i grow remorseful towards my lifestyle i wonder whether it is worth the demanding friendships and challenging group dynamics just so that i have someone to spend time with after school i know that i am happier now than i ever would be sharing my time with another but sometimes i wonder is being an outsider worth the loss?"
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