Birthday just passed. I feel alone.
It's weird. The older I get the less I'm willing to tell anyone I feel this way when I do. I don't know if it's worse to hold it inside, or try to tell someone and see that they don't care much either way.
Happy Birthday anyway.
I know what you mean - people don't understand and they have their own problems anyway I suppose. I even called Lifeline a while ago because I was so low and they were amazing. The lady I talked to was better than any of the ridiculous shrinks I've seen. Trouble is they try to get you to see another one - they don't realize what dickheads they are. I think I'll call them again one day.