I am such a disaster. I am all right being all alone and talking to myself, because I understand myself. But when it comes to talking to other people, I always say the wrong things, and mess everything up. It's so awful. Why can't there be just one person who understands me?
I will just have to go back to being a hermit and not talking to anyone else. It's safer keeping my thoughts to myself, but it's more lonely. I just wish I had a friend to cuddle me. Or a nice mummy to come and take care of me. The worst part is, when I have meltdowns, nobody knows or cares. If I died in here in this house, nobody would even notice until my rotting corpse started to be smellable through my front door. I'm sure I'm not the only person on this forum who is in the same boat, and has no one to love them at all. So I'm not really pitying myself. I'm just sadly pondering facts. By saying "if I died in this house" I am not implying I am suicidal. It just makes me very sad to think that, if I were to die from natural causes, nobody would notice or care, that's all. It makes me sad that right now there is nobody I can phone to talk to. I don't have anyone. Only my dog. And when I try to make friends with people, they misunderstand me, and it all goes wrong.