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Having friends is a strange thing. I never really had them before. Having friends who seemed to get upset when I'm in one of my wallowing moods is very strange. Especially when they start saying things like I deserve something better than Lorac.

The thing is, do I want to inflict myself on someone else besides Lorac?

I seem to have bit of John Constantine effect on my boyfriends. But instead of dying they end up nuts.

Irvine talked to me last night. So did Teena. Both seemed to be interested in telling me what a good person I was. I don't feel like a good person. Or a nice one.

And yes, I think I would rather be unhappy and miserable if it saved a person from dying a horrid death or going insane.