Fall ’22, Day 64

I’ve reached a new low. Every day I eat by myself and watch people laughing with their friends. Every day I sit with the people who are supposed to be my community, and I watch them ignore me. Every day I feel such a heaviness of unbelonging. I spend every waking minute surrounded and alone. At least the people in my dreams notice me.

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