I’ve always found easier to talk to a stranger. I can set my expectations to something plausible. The more you learn of some one the more complicated they turn out to be. My cynical mind just makes sense of what I can only hope is kindness. But it hurts I don’t want to feel pitiful. 

… I guess I just need someone to talk to. A person where I can tell there talking out of interest, not pity or remorse