Lonely: Noone Listens, Noone Cares

I'm all alone. The night is cold and silence. The days are hot and mute. I have no one to talk to, no one confidante. No, it is not verbalizing my intents and expressions for social purposes, but the revealing, sharing, and outpouring of my heart, fears and hopes. And to receive encouragement, assurance, acceptance; even love. Unconditionally.

So many things have not gone according to plan. Or even without a plan. As a ballroom dancer, I have not found a partner for a year. A dedicated committed partner, not one who promises and not deliver. Even hopes for a module did not spare me the disappointment of going through it with those claiming to be reasonable and logical, but displayed not an ounce of those traits. Things are stalling. And I feel like giving up on so many occasions. But I will still grit it. It so much easier to give up now, but I'm so much stronger to carry on.