I Am Jack’s Inflamed Sense of Rejection

I know what it feels like our I feel I do. I realize I’m too much for most to handle and so you go. Find excuses to go, to not see me, to not have to talk to me, to not have to deal with me. I’m not saying some aren’t legitimate but I really needed and wanted more time to talk. It’s only 10:31pm on a Saturday night so how the fuck do you think I feel when I just need to talk? To help stop the pain? To help stop the insistence of panic attacks that seem to want to overwhelm me? I am in serious fucking pain and wanted just time and comfort. That’s all I needed. I had to take an entire pill for the attack and still cried not eyes out and am just wanting the pain to stop.