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He asks me things like, "do you ever feel lonely?" and "do you ever miss me?" but he interrupts while I am answering. I want to tell him that, yes, I feel lonely, and yes, sometimes it's for him, but he frustrates my efforts and I decide never to feel lonely for anybody ever again.
Today I allowed myself to have a cleansing crying session. I am so scared that I will never be able to relate to anybody, that nobody will ever want to know the very center of what makes me tick. They will hate it, I am sure, they will say it is ugly or useless or unimpressive. Not only am I scared that I will never be able to show my entire self to another person, but I am more terrified of making a connection and allowing somebody the power to run off with it.
They're all bandits, though, are they not? And that's why I am here, because I too am one, and maybe even worse than all of them.
When did I become so sensitive and insatiable?
Today I allowed myself to have a cleansing crying session. I am so scared that I will never be able to relate to anybody, that nobody will ever want to know the very center of what makes me tick. They will hate it, I am sure, they will say it is ugly or useless or unimpressive. Not only am I scared that I will never be able to show my entire self to another person, but I am more terrified of making a connection and allowing somebody the power to run off with it.
They're all bandits, though, are they not? And that's why I am here, because I too am one, and maybe even worse than all of them.
When did I become so sensitive and insatiable?