BilledHourly: I don’t legitimately connect with other people, but I’ve gotten very good at pretending. I don’t have any real friends, which I assume is because of my inability to empathize with others.
A part of me doesn’t want to have kids because I don’t want to pass on these tendencies. But the most messed up part of it all is that I wouldn’t change any of it.
As miserable as I am on the inside, I actually do experience things that legitimately make me happy. I’ve never told this to anyone before.
Partially because I don’t want to destroy my reputation and partially because I’m impartial to other people’s thoughts on the subject.