To want to leave everything

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And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people. […] It got until she didn’t belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. […] Nothing was as real as her imagined world.

– Chuck Palahniuk

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