Update

A lot of things have happened since the last post. I still feel alone in the world. Once you lose your mom, your greatest fan, I think you are alone in the world. No one understands you the way your mother does. She doesn't drop you when other people come along, or make you feel inadequate and inferior, as friends do.

I feel as though I've been cheated by people. I have listened and listened to their problems, but it seems as though when I start to tell them mine, they listen for a bit and then go right into talking about themselves. Maybe it's just me, but when I listen, I listen.

Anymore, I don't feel I can confide in anyone. It's been so long since I've felt comfortable talking to someone about how I really feel. I don't think people care about how I feel. People don't see me as a person. I'm just that thing that's there whenever they need someone. And that hurts.