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Hey reader. Bout to go back to work for another hour and a half. Tired but I'm making it. Tomorrow I am off for doctor's appointment. Yay therapy. 

There's words and thoughts crawling through my mind. I can't express them. But they're there. I touched hands with the older gent earlier. It was weird but nice. Small things. 

I'm not willing to ... I don't even know what words I need to say next. I think I'm just lonely. I've spent my life the black sheep. Not just in my family but in relationships. 

I don't want that anymore. I don't deserve it. 

I may not be anyone's everything but I deserve more than scraps. 

It's ok though. The loneliness sits in my stomach like a rock. 

I want to talk to someone, anyone, for hours and just let all of this out but I don't want to call anyone anymore. I can't let...

Yeah.

I'm torn. It's ok. Situation normal, all fucked up.

Always

S