The joy of being invisible is that no one notices when you leave.
The pain of being in invisible is that no one cares when you leave.
In my years of living, I have sheltered myself away from people. I created a bubble only few can enter, but even then it still pains me to have them close. I feel conflicted about what I want.
If that makes any sense? I can, of course, connect with people, I just find it difficult to find someone who cares for me on the same level as I care for them.
Have any of you ever dealt with something like this?
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