I have always felt that moving all my life was a good thing. It forced me to be able to change, or more correctly, lie to people about who I am, the things I like, and do whatever it took to fit in.
I did whatever I could to have friends, try to be popular, and then, when the time came to move, I could emotionally disconnect from the people I had come to befriend, and move on to the next set of people.
But everything has changed. I don’t know how to make real friends. I am obsessed with a woman who I don’t think wants anything to do with me anymore.
I haven’t had a real relationship with a person in 3 years. and It’s a scary thought.
I am only getting older, and it’s only going to be more of a problem.