Another circumstance, too, worried me in those days: that there was no one like me and I was unlike anyone else. I am alone and they are everyone, I thought - and pondered. - NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Whenever I walk in on a group of people, I automatically assume that they've been friends forever and aren't really interested in adding one more to their precious little group. - WILLIAMSBURG RATS: A MANNY'S TOUR OF DUTY, Gregory R. Wilson
Thank you, Fyodor, I am truly humbled. 😔
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