No, I'm not being overdramatic. I'm just speaking my truth, though it might sound awful to them who hear it.
No one ever truly wanted to know me deeper, that's why I learned to distance myself, lest I be disappointed, by wanting what they could never give -- time and truer connection.
They're all curious to know me in the surface, but maybe they're averse to what's beneath. I wonder if they're afraid of what they'll uncover. Are they scared? They might be curious, but they certainly don't care. Or it seems like it from here.
Is it because I'm cruel? Am I that aversive? Am I that much damaged? Am I hurtful, even?
I don't know, except I'm getting used to it -- solace is becoming my sane place. And truth be told, being alone, because I'm far away and aloof, is better than feeling lonelier because I'm surrounded by people who say they care, but don't really.