Dear Diary,
These days are maybe a little challenging—or, to put it differently, these are “character-building days.” The strangest realization I’ve had is that it’s not just about wanting a harmonious, happy relationship with a life partner, which I don’t have—and that can lead to some frustration. I’ve also come to realize I have a problem with friendships in general.
Seriously, there’s no one I can truly call a friend, or at least that’s how I feel. The people I think of as “friends” are maybe those from the town I grew up in, but I haven’t heard from them in a while, and there’s no real point in reconnecting with them. I simply don’t live there anymore and can’t relate to their lifestyle.
As for people I might build—or have tried to build—a friendship with, they tend to disappoint me sooner or later. And by disappoint, I mean they hurt me—maybe unintentionally, but that’s how it feels.
I understand the problem can’t be with everyone else. It must be with me.