People can't even be direct with me. They just silently leave and talk about it behind me or around me. Everything I say is shared no matter if I say it in the moment out of anger or fear. I'm a placeholder and not even a good one. So I'm on my own it's what I deserve.

same

Gotta be somewhere. We can't escape the fact that everyone poops.

I appreciate you wanting to come to me, but it may be better to find someone with more experience.

This type of shit is precisely why people relapse and regress. Because nothing matters to you other than having a punching bag to ignore your own flaws. Que Sera, Sera.

Whatever will be will be.