I'm saying this as a fact: there is no group... we are all alone, honey. Even those with significant others. In the end, we all leave the same way we came. Alone. The only thing we can do is enjoy this. Enjoy life and not think of that.
You are so right. But it still hurts and I wish I could say this to your face, Jayda, but I can't. I can't not think of that. My parents have raised me in such a "kind, Christain" way. They have shoved whatever person I am or persona I have and masked it. And I have grown weary of hiding and I think at this time in my life, everything is coming to the surface and right now, I'm going to be wallowing in self-pity for quite a while. You are so right. I've been trying to talk myself out of that fact but it's so true. I want to cry because that truth hurts, but no tears come. I am alone. And I hope you'll stay with me on our journey of loneliness.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
