and it aint the fun, lets do this kind.

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In the last year or 3, I've left my apartment what, three to ten times exactly. Thank the internet and delivery services. It's not that I need or want to go outside its more that there is no point to going outside and I'm pretty sure that is unhealthy as fuck. I don't wear clothes as I don't need too yet my place is a state (messy rather than disgusting, can't stand having dirty dishes and suchlike).

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This last month alone I went out once for 5 minutes and when I get letters or things that require me going outside only then does it get daunting, and the anxiety hits.

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Looking back though since I can recall I've always preferred to hide behind my cosy little screen and place my mind in worlds far beyond the confines of my box/hovel or whatnot. I'm pretty sure that when asked by the obligatory scientists or aliens or whatnot 'stay here under an illusion of bliss, or defy us and live this miserable reality' I'd probably take the blue pill. I think I was born with the red pill in my gullet and so I'm lead to believe that everything is connected through some sort of thread and that belief has a quiet sense of 'ah that makes sense' kinda thing. In so having taken the red pill I feel that the blue pill would essentially solve a lot of issues for me.

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Ignorance is bliss, and this isn't where I thought I'd end up with this DAE post about not going out.