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This is so spot-on….
Those of us with bipolar ask these questions all the time. Thank you
Ooof…so close to home.
“Fading from everybody’s life” – wow, that sums me up. Lost all my friends years ago. They’re better off without me.
it’s quietly unsettling how one can get used to a life without friends. I would have never thought it possible myself.
It’s not so difficult when you rarely ever had them to begin with.
And/Or when you actually meet people who want to be your friend, you doubt their reasons… “Why they want to be my friend? What’s so good about me? Don’t they have better friends to turn to? etc”
Checks text messages and voice mail. After removing family, boss, and doctors the last message was 5 months ago. It’s probably best for everyone involved.
What a way to see inside my mind.
I have about 3 people in the world (outside family) that I ever talk to. I’m not lonesome because I have them. <3
“Potato Star” and “Star Estates” — Is the star motif intentional?
I use “Star” for branding because it sounds like a real brand but isn’t. It’s my version of “Acme”.
I’m sure in your case it’s the former
I’ve thought this many times, but now I see that those “friendships” were really just in place to feed my codependent needs. These days I am mostly alone, but the plan is to reintroduce the right kind of friends slowly, one by one.
What’s funny is it hadn’t occurred to me that I’m not the only person in the world with no friends. So many of us crawling over this poor planet. Why is it so difficult to make a real connection. At least on this website, we can all be alone together.
To be fair a glass of wine and a bag of potato chips isn’t the worst life
If only this was a strip about potato chips and wine.
I deleated Facebook today. I realized no one had reached out to me, called me or messaged me in over a month.
I know the feeling. I feel so isolated from people these days. Torn between desperate loneliness and savouring my own company.
Woot
Funt stuff
Sierra
Basically.