Amras, A Werewolf StoryThere’s not a lot I can do about it, but the facts are the facts. I have no friends anymore. They all left me when my ex broke up with me three years ago. They chose him over me. They didn’t have to, there was no choice put before them. But choose they did. And today I’m alone. I have no one. It’s frustrating and infuriating. I thought that I had finally found a family, but I suppose I am destined to be solitary until I die. What did I do?
There’s no one explanation to address every person. Certainly nothing that makes sense, not unless there was a concerted effort on my ex’s part to turn everyone against me—which I don’t believe. So I’m left with the only believable solution being that the problem is me. That I’m just not a likeable, loveable person. I try my best to be good & kind, generous & friendly. Perhaps I just don’t go far enough? Perhaps I am not good enough? Perhaps I am not enough?
I know my ADHD and PTSD, my lack of emotional response to things sometimes gets in the way and makes it hard for people to connect with me, but… what can I do? What can I do? And why is the burden always all on me? I just want a friend. I want companionship. I want someone to care about me. Just once. I’m so alone.