I have not found another human that really understands me. What about you?
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One. Just one. My therapist. She was found at some length. Being understood means a lot.
Four.
One I did not reached.
One dissapeared at the Location.
One cut back the own Communication.
One I’m in contact with. Planning to visit me.
I think there will never be the person, that understands all my unusual needs. We’re all just way too complex. Or maybe it’s just me.
None yet, thankfully. They’d be disgusted.