I can't sleep. A heavy blanket of 'nothingness' covers me in damp weary sadness. I feel alone here at night, while my dog snores in his bed, and the far away highway sounds closer, and filled with truckers. I can hear the fireplace cooling in the living room, and the creaks of our old home's bones. I'm so far from family, but know that even if I were close, I'd still feel alone. I don't know that I'm ever going to find 'my people'. Maybe there's just me, for me.
No one seems to hear Me, or know Me...or trust Me, or love Me. I'm too hard. Too bitchy. Too....something.
Too alone.
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