Death embraces me wherever I go, a more attentive friend than I’ve ever had.
When did it get to the point where loneliness, self hatred and a blade became my best friends, whilst my old friends became strangers?
They said that I could talk to them, trust them, that they can help but as soon as they know how messed up I am they take slow steps back. I couldn’t possibly blame them, I can’t even stand myself so how can I expect them to?
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You should read my earlier post from today, and what others said about my wifes’ email.
Taking steps back……. thats what most people do, even if they are responsible for something, in my case, my wife refusing to even accept her role in why I went out and took 30 Ambien and went face down in the water.
You know who (if any) your real friends are when you need them.
Hell, even most of my family,,,,,, hell, all of my family except for mom and my aunt,,,, nobody cares…… so how can i expect a stranger to?
Honestly, that quote just opened my eyes to the fact that I don’t have any true friends. I don’t say that to get sympathy, but just to admit it to myself.