No one. I wish I could tell someone my pain. Like, really tell. Therapist has been absolutely bullshit. No one else is close enough to suddenly trauma dump on.
And even my friends avoid me nowadays. They don't invite me to hang out much. They don't open the door sometimes if I show up. I guess they are busy. Their lives are successful. Mine is just a blind dark alley. My corpse will rot at its end. No one will remember me when I am gone. Maybe my parents will. Maybe they should have tried to be less mean when I was still normal.
Maybe the atoms from my decomposed body will be part of something good someday.
And even my friends avoid me nowadays. They don't invite me to hang out much. They don't open the door sometimes if I show up. I guess they are busy. Their lives are successful. Mine is just a blind dark alley. My corpse will rot at its end. No one will remember me when I am gone. Maybe my parents will. Maybe they should have tried to be less mean when I was still normal.
Maybe the atoms from my decomposed body will be part of something good someday.
