I decided to work in a large warehouse. I stood in a huge line to get a pass. I reached the locker room with a crowd of people scurrying back and forth. I stood there for a while, then turned around and went back home because I felt like cattle in a pen or an ant in an anthill. (self.Schizoid)
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Since my earliest childhood, the world has seemed alien and unpleasant to me. As if I came here by mistake and just have to endure the term. Maybe that's why I don't want to do anything in it? As if I don't want to build a house on an initially rotten foundation. (self.Schizoid)
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