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creeping malaise eating me. no job, no life, no purpose. listening to quadrophenia. i wonder if it'd be fun to have four of me in my head. always someone to talk to with no pretense, get bored and you can just subside and let three others think for you. or maybe i am a mass of personalities and the only difference is that schizophrenics give them names other than 'me'. it's a scary place in my head, probably in anyone's if you really look. almost all psychiatrists have psychiatrists of their own. that says a lot, doesn't it?