The truth is that you are always alone with all your inside-troubles. Of course, friends can listen to you, say something like "I understand..." or "I think you should...". But you'll always have the feeling they didn't get the real picture of what is happening in your feelings and thoughts. Sometimes it's a misery or sadness which makes you suffer, but it's also sweet. Usually the "unhappy love" one. But there are sadnesses' that turns into fear and "blackholes" or "red monsters". And your trouble is not only to stand the misery while staring at the ceiling and recollecting memories, but then it's standing up, going away and coping with (for example) big city, bad people and ugliness of the world. All alone.
Sorry, this note is written after "just woke up" and propably is totally out of control.
And finally there will be NO SURPRISES...
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