I probably said this many many times, and most of the time, I tell myself perhaps next time it would be different. That this time, I am just not in the mood to talk and that isn't very much a big deal.
But many incidents affirmed my fear.
Is this f-a-m-i-l=y disintegrating before my eyes.
like I told e, Why is it that my friends around me have such close-knit families, while I have to grapple with one that I do not feel that it is anywhere near cohesive. What is it that my friends have that I don't? Is my fault then, that I have nothing like theirs?
Even D. His is one that mine will never be.
What exactly haven't I done yet?
