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I was thinking to myself last night, that pretty much everyone I once knew has moved on with their lives. Got married, had kids, started new jobs, careers and just vanished over time.
There are some who have lost contact all together and I regret not being there. Some moved away, forgetting about our friendship.
Is this all I have, to be forgotten and lost to the sands of time as that 'funny girl' or the 'freak'?
Some have told me, I was too odd to be around, or dangerous, or they were scared i'd become violent. Am I really that much of a bad person?
I'm so scared of being anyone's friend because i've had so many knives in my back I can't stand upright anymore. The pain is there and a reminder I failed in some way, or was rejected, lied to, given up on, not good enough for anyone.
This is one lion who needs friendship, but is phobic of getting close or trusting anyone anymore.
I'm sorry.
There are some who have lost contact all together and I regret not being there. Some moved away, forgetting about our friendship.
Is this all I have, to be forgotten and lost to the sands of time as that 'funny girl' or the 'freak'?
Some have told me, I was too odd to be around, or dangerous, or they were scared i'd become violent. Am I really that much of a bad person?
I'm so scared of being anyone's friend because i've had so many knives in my back I can't stand upright anymore. The pain is there and a reminder I failed in some way, or was rejected, lied to, given up on, not good enough for anyone.
This is one lion who needs friendship, but is phobic of getting close or trusting anyone anymore.
I'm sorry.
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This hits home hard for me. I've done that. I've gone and just dropped off the radar, let friendships wither and die out. Each time I do this, I feel crushing guilt. It's the same guilt, the same sorrow. I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. As for why? Whether it was coworkers, or acquaintances, I am so afraid of the questions. Why did you leave? Why did you abandon me? I run from the problems. I run and run and never escape the crushing guilt and depression.
It's not you, it's not them, it's me. I'm so very sorry this happens to you.
It's not you, it's not them, it's me. I'm so very sorry this happens to you.
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