It’s hard to explain really.
I feel like I am getting more and more of a hitting ball; useful when having tough times but else, not really necessary. I don’t think that’s fair.
I see something of yours, and I react; that’s me. But, even if I understand that your dearest cat might die and has an operation, I don’t understand why you don’t care, that I almost died?
Because I did, you know? The car was too close to me.
And it hurts that nobody, and I literally mean nobody will react to that. Is it selfish of me? Yes! It is! But, I wanted support.
All I got was silence.
And then there you go, complaining about your living situation. You don’t understand that you have a great situation! You have to clean your room because of inspection; yes! That is not strange considering you are in a supported living situation. I understand that you want privacy; but do see it from the other side. The rent is ok, you have support, and a great place.
Am I selfish again? Most certainly!
But every time you say I need to find a psychologist, deep inside me I disagree. I have my issues, I’ll admit. But you don’t care; you don’t see.
Because I am part of your old life, do I have to be dropped? Because you are fan of something else, because you have decided your sexual preference! What difference does that make!
I had a cd-recording; no reaction. I had a exam; nothing. I had my near-death experience; silence.
What am I supposed to do?!
Sincerely, your friend