No one wants to have a conversation or be around someone with an actual sad story.

Unless you pay a “professional”, nobody with their own life is gonna listen to my shit.

Sometimes I can’t believe it ended up this way. It’s been hard to let go. I don’t know how, I’m so used to trying to hold on to whatever is left. Whatever fucking scraps people gave. It’s my own fault I guess. I’ll never be more than a trash can. Maybe Oscar needs a friend.

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LilPrincess · 41-45, F

I have always felt that way and sometimes i don't think even professionals want to listen. I once had to go in to detail about my life...my therapist response was..."I am surprised that you haven't killed yourself " ...well doc it wasn't from a lack of trying.

My dad used to take time to listen to complete strangers. Many told him that 10 minutes saved their lives

SW-User

@LilPrincess I once had a therapist that kept looking at her phone during conversations. I had two before her that scared me off.