I don't have a best friend. As a matter of fact, I don't know that I have many friends. I have people who contact me occasionally, but I don't have one single person I would call right at this moment to tell them how lonely and alone I feel. Not one. I don't have anyone. I don't know that I ever will. What did I ever do to make this my reality? Day after endless day, I am here in this house. No one comes by. No one calls. No one. It is starting to get to me. I am wondering why anything matters. How does my life matter? If I die, my children and grandchildren will miss me or have deep sadness that I have died, but there will be no one who will sit around and talk about coming to see me, what fun I was, how creative I was, how silly I could be, etc etc. No one because there is no one.
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