The Real Me
I don't want to write it.
Because it will make it real.
I no longer have a family, we got into a huge fight and I said my mind which they obviously didn't like. They told me what they always did. That I am a liar, nobody believes me, I am not good enough and nobody cares.
It doesn't hurt...maybe only a little. But I didn't really lose anything, they were never there, they were never going to be and it's a little too late. They said a lot of unkind things to me which i'm trying not to make reality. One of the things I was called was a text book definition of a Socio. Maybe I am a sociopath?