I wish I had someone to tell this stuff to.
�But you can't say these you things. not out loud.. not to people who love you.� They will just be hurt, so you say nothing.
�But how I am meant to resolve it if I don't ever talk about it, or admit it?
�My inability to go out, to use the phone, to rarely be able to communicate more than a sentance online.. these things are real.� They are limiting.� They are things that much as I am striving to
change, are something I can not ignore.� Plus, as bad as these things are to live with, they come with an associated cost that just makes it even worse.
�It costs me the people I love.� Because they don't understand.� They think I don't bother. That I haven't bothered.� The fact that I have pushed beyond my limits to make as much contact as I have
is meaningless. Because it's not enough.� It never will be enough.
�And I am irrelevent.