You still have some friends.
Every single time I try opening up and being vulnerable with somebody, I'm returned nothing but pain. Trying my hardest to make a genuine friend always results in nothing but a hurtful failure; the effort begets depressive weeks universally. Human connections are so impossible to form, but it's also impossible not to try, and each one stings more than the last. I wish I could just contract into myself and stop existing as a metacognizent ego. So very sick of this shit.
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Somehow, I missed something.
Somehow, I missed something.