Oh dear god. . .

[Angrboda]

And I'm quite sure at this point that people are going to be more irritated by this comment than sympathetic, because I spent all day pissing people off and whining.

I'm not irritated at all. It makes me sad. You seem like a wonderful person, and you've got all this crap going on inside you, and I don't understand why, and I just want it to stop hurting you.

That's easy to say. People actually like you. Can you imagine how you'd feel if, after about twenty years of being yourself, there was not a single person in the world who cared about you? If every single person who you'd tried to get close to had ended up thinking of you as some sort of pathetic freak?

Well, I've only known you a few days, but I liked you from the very first post of yours that I read. I still do. And it makes me sad that you're going away, but I trust it's for the best.

I don't have much to offer in the way of advice. I'm a loner by nature, so the fact that I don't have any friends right now doesn't bother me. (I tend to have one friend with whom I'm extremely close at any one time. My last friend abused me and trashed my religious beliefs in the name of her god, so I had to hang up that phone. I guess I'm between friends at the moment.) I guess I have a hard time believing this whole thing — not that I doubt your word — but whatever you had been doing was working just fine for me.