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I realized today, after years of depending on people to help fill my voids or even just for some simple comforting that no one, and I mean no one can help. It got me thinking that, in reality you know what people will say to you when you share your fears or sadness, because it's exactly what you would say to them. So, what is the point? There are never any words to help us. Even the closest of people, like your husband or wife, mother or father. I find myself in continuous situations when no one ever says the right thing to me, they just say what they think they need to say. I don't want that or need it, and I'm sure the majority of us don't. Why not just let me fucking talk about it and agree with me. Go along with what I say. Tell me it's right that I feel the way I do. Who wants to hear, it'll get better. Time heals itself. Don't you ever feel so tired of screaming at the top of your lungs but no one ever really hears what you're saying? So what's the point of wasting your breath? But then, you hold everything inside and you end up drowning in your thoughts gasping for your breath. A breath that you can never catch. You see? It's a vicious cycle. There's never a conclusion. I am my only solution.