Hi whoever is reading this,
thank you again, for the comments in my last post. I had no idea that coming across this site and writing to strangers, would help me.
For my third post: I’m here to talk about some things I do, and that I hate, but can’t help it.
It’s about my emptiness again.
My friends talk to me about the things they do and are proud of all the time, or sometimes things that upset them. I can see how happy, or sad, they are about it. And of course I try, keyword try, to be happy or sad for them. But every time I say something, […]