I talk to myself, I talk to myself, to my notes, to the wall, and to literally nothing. I’m so fucking alone that I convince myself I’m not, just to be hit with the same disappointment I did last time I realized that I was talking to no one. Because no one listens, I have nobody TO listen. The people I do have I don’t trust enough to have listen. I actually forget, I make myself forget I’m alone. I have more conversations with myself than to anyone else in my household. The shower curtain knows more things about me than my family. And worst thing is, It doesn’t even make me happy. It doesn’t solve anything. If anything, it’s the reason I cry at least once a day. I’m alone and I don’t want to be anymore.
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