Well, it depends… I don’t have any enemy actively persecuting me, but I could say, for example, that all Trump supporters are my enemies, or that Kim Jong Un is my enemy, as they are people fighting for a kind of society in which me and many people I know wouldn’t be able to live happy lives.
My friends are fine, can’t really complain about them.
I have friends and I have enemies. I’m pretty good at faking living. I even have a female housemate. I’m mid 30s she’s early 20s. That is impressive to me that I can fake so well. However, I have no one that understands me. No one that I can be me with. I actually did have someone before. I was myself with her. But she wanted out of this life. Yet it was her that introduced me to SP. She is trying to be “normal”. I miss her.
For years, I’ve felt like I don’t have friends. I have people who I share common interests. I don’t have family. I have people who I grew up and lived with. I’ve long felt I don’t share any real connections. I won’t call them enemies (well, not all of them) but they’re not true friends or family in the emotional sense of the words.
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An enemy within myself.
Only within? No enemy outside? What about friends?
Well, it depends… I don’t have any enemy actively persecuting me, but I could say, for example, that all Trump supporters are my enemies, or that Kim Jong Un is my enemy, as they are people fighting for a kind of society in which me and many people I know wouldn’t be able to live happy lives.
My friends are fine, can’t really complain about them.
I have friends and I have enemies. I’m pretty good at faking living. I even have a female housemate. I’m mid 30s she’s early 20s. That is impressive to me that I can fake so well. However, I have no one that understands me. No one that I can be me with. I actually did have someone before. I was myself with her. But she wanted out of this life. Yet it was her that introduced me to SP. She is trying to be “normal”. I miss her.
For years, I’ve felt like I don’t have friends. I have people who I share common interests. I don’t have family. I have people who I grew up and lived with. I’ve long felt I don’t share any real connections. I won’t call them enemies (well, not all of them) but they’re not true friends or family in the emotional sense of the words.
Hell, I don’t even understand me.
Couldn’t have written this better myself.
I meant to quote RuePrism’s post. Not much to add as they summed it up perfectly.