It feels forced all of it. I get blamed for being a shit person when only half the story was told. I never wanted what was forced on me. What is still forced on me.
Boundaries don’t matter to you. Your fear of being alone overrides everything. I have tried to tell you a million different ways I tried being sensitive and I also tried the blunt, harsh truth which didn’t go over well. None of it went over well.
It’s like being in a forced marriage you never had a choice of denying or accepting.
If I hold the boundary my life is made a living hell. If I give in at least it’s still somewhat more peaceful but I’m still a hostage. Yet I’m told I am a shit person.
You couldn’t handle half of the things I want to tell you but it’s none of my business how you choose to live your life especially since I decided long ago I never wanted to be apart of what you had to offer.
I’m a ghost because god forbid it’s still all about you. It always has been. It was never really about me. You just fear being alone. I’m just a place holder.
You know why I hate leaving my house. People…that’s why I don’t attempt to make friends with my neighbors because well most people anymore are just rude assholes. It’s more peaceful without people around. Does it get lonely yes admittedly it does but it beats dealing with unnecessary drama. There’s enough of that without talking to them.
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Aren't there rare exceptions that make it worth it?
I mean not gonna lie but you are right about that
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