Every time I try to tell her about something that makes me happy, or something about my day, she hardly listens.

She immediately changes the subject to her. Her job. Her boyfriend.

And she’s always been that way.

But before, I didn’t care because I really had nothing to say.

And I had other people to talk to on a daily basis about things.

But now that I don’t see my friends any more, I really have no one else to talk to.

When I try to talk to Nick about things, he listens, but sometimes I’d like a response that isn’t prompted by, “You aren’t even listening to me, are you?”

I just need someone to listen. Someone who won’t judge me for what I’m saying. 

Someone who will get what I’m saying.

Even before, a lot of my friends thought I was just nuts, but found my weirdness humorous.

But I need someone to get it. Get why I am who I am.

Even Steph has always judged me.

She’s hated me for my personality.

Hated me for letting things go, and accepting people for who I am.

She’s never understood that part of me.

She judges, its just part of who she is.

But I need to have someone around to talk to.

I miss having someone to tell everything to.

I’m too withheld now.

I don’t enjoy this.