Introduction

I don’t really feel comfortable talking about it, but I guess I’ll tell you anyways. Part of the problem is I have nobody at my disposal. Nobody I can just pour my soul to, then leave. I really need someone to talk to, but not just anyone, someone who will actually listen, someone who will understand. So desperately do I feel I need to find someone I can spill everything to, someone who will lie in bed with me in the dark, just to talk. Someone who won’t think I am weak for what I have to tell them, or am flawed for what I have to share. Someone who won’t judge or alter their opinions of me based on things I’ve encountered. I need a stranger I feel connected too. A stranger I will never have to see again.