There is a hole in our soul that can neither be filled by people or things.
Not by love either… because we don’t trust love…
it hurts too much.
Some people don’t understand this void that we talk about, perhaps because they have never experienced the depravation of love, care and attention in their lives when it mattered.
They get frustrated when you don’t feel the way they do, or want their company. Their need to fix you is frustrating to say the least, which pushes you further back into the black hole you find comfort in.
Some people are afraid of silence and don’t feel comfortable in their own heads.
They project their discomfort on to us, for they are afraid of their own sadness.
That it might reveal some failure in themselves to being happy all of the time, everytime, infinity.