On loneliness
Sunday, not a good day. I got early and had breakfast with mom and little brother. Then we went to pick up big brother who came from Puebla to spend some time with the family. We spent the day together, my mom bought me a new bag for my laptop and I started the metaphorically long trip back home (Or away from it? I really don't know) I arrived at the bunker exactly at 8PM
I announced mom that I was safe and sound and laid in my bed for an hour. I didn't want to sleep, I was just checking obsessively Facebook and Whatsapp to see whether someone might have left me a message of any kind. Nobody did. I wanted to message my friends to wish them a good night and a nice week start, but for the first time in a year or so, I refrained to do it.
I don't want to feel them wishing me a good week as a re-action. I want them to proactively remember me and bother at least asking me how my day was.
Talking about problems is hard, even to friends. I always tell them about the usual problems (shitty job, sentimental status, etc) but not the really bad stuff. I fear that they may knock it off as unimportant and/or flee me.
It's happened before