Broken Thing

Tomorrow is the anniversary.  I don’t know how I’m feeling except bad.  And I feel bad that I feel bad.  I’m just trying not to think about it much.  I have Dungeons and Dragons and I have to do laundry and I’m going to do my best not to let it run my day.  I got shit to do.

I wish I had someone to talk to right now.  I mean, I do, but I wish I had someone in person to talk to.  Someone that wouldn’t mind just listening and not trying to give me advice.  Just listen.  I want someone to just listen and hear me and not try and fix it.  Sometimes, all I feel like is a thing to be fixed, a broken, fucked up thing and that’s why no one wants to be with me or be my friend for too long.

I don’t like feeling like that.

-The Sarcastic Autist

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