I try to compare my life accomplishments to some societal standards; and it feels like I fall short on every comparison.
...and it tears me apart, to think I'm such a failure... to think that others believe I can not be useful in their lives. Why else does the phone stay silent, and the mailbox courts only junk ads? (Yet, it is so easy to overlook the occasional contacts - lost in the blizzard of life...)
You might think me mad, but does that prevent us from sharing stories over a pot of tea?
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