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A distant voice from the lacquer blackness: You’ve disappeared little Arya. Where have you gone to?

Girl: Consigned myself to solitude…essentially on account of suicidal depression and such.

So lonely and bored and life is utterly pointless etcetera.

Finding-someone-to-face-the-end-of-the-world-with(popularly known as dating)-wise I don’t tend to be desired and stuff.

I don’t know why exactly.

I guess because I’m a loser.

And not pretty enough.

Or smart enough.

Or maybe people simply like simple people.

Or something.

Or all of the above.