Donathen my love,
I cannot talk to my friends. They think they understand. They want to understand. They don't let me talk. It is as if they have to keep talking in order for the time to pass between us, without my expressing what I need to express. Whatever that is. They only speak about themselves. Maybe I am actually alone. Maybe that is a fact. Maybe I have nothing in common with them at this time. Maybe Maybe. I begin to say something, and they continually bring up something else. Maybe they don't realize. Maybe they do. It's so very interesting. My friends want to be there for me, but they are not. I don't expect them to be. But all I need is an ear. A person to really listen to what I am saying. Not happening today. Not happening. So, I am frustrated. Maybe I should call my therapist. That just pisses me off.
I cannot talk to my friends. They think they understand. They want to understand. They don't let me talk. It is as if they have to keep talking in order for the time to pass between us, without my expressing what I need to express. Whatever that is. They only speak about themselves. Maybe I am actually alone. Maybe that is a fact. Maybe I have nothing in common with them at this time. Maybe Maybe. I begin to say something, and they continually bring up something else. Maybe they don't realize. Maybe they do. It's so very interesting. My friends want to be there for me, but they are not. I don't expect them to be. But all I need is an ear. A person to really listen to what I am saying. Not happening today. Not happening. So, I am frustrated. Maybe I should call my therapist. That just pisses me off.
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