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There are days when I just don't want to go home. I wander around the local area pretending there's no one else in the world I know.
I go down to the beach and look at the endless parade of strangers and feel comforted by the boundless novelty and variety of humanity, none of whom want or expect anything of me, not even a smile.
I go to places no one else either knows or cares about and revel in being completely alone with no sounds but my own music and thoughts.
When I find it hard to live, sometimes it's enough to go to these places and remember how to be
I go down to the beach and look at the endless parade of strangers and feel comforted by the boundless novelty and variety of humanity, none of whom want or expect anything of me, not even a smile.
I go to places no one else either knows or cares about and revel in being completely alone with no sounds but my own music and thoughts.
When I find it hard to live, sometimes it's enough to go to these places and remember how to be
