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I think it’s safe for me to assume that people don’t invite me places any more because I don’t tend to actually go anymore. A situation of my own creation, somewhere between being too busy looking for a new apartment, too busy moving into and setting up a new apartment, too busy doing I don’t even know what… just too busy. That and lacking fundage, and being completely unwilling to accept anyone else’s money, most of the time. I still can’t escape that attitude that says if anyone gives me anything, it’s because they want something from me… and I’m always afraid it’s something I can’t give. No reflection on the people involved… it’s just happened too many times in the past.

At any rate, I’m happy that I have new friends I go out and do stuff with (as well as old friends who haven’t been around for years) but I miss the old friends too. But they don’t let me know what’s going on anymore… my own fault. That’s what I get for not going out, for being too busy, for having an offline life, for being a bad friend.

Don’t think I’ll bother having a housewarming party. I have a weird feeling that no one would be able to make it.