Why don't people listen to me when I say they can't handle me?
I have depression and anxiety, and there are times I cannot deal with life. I need to go into my Sim games, my art, my walking, or most of my fictional writing. It is a process for me to come back to me. I'm usually a very positive, perky person, but over the years, life has worn me down.
I need positive people. I need someone who will encourage me, to keep my spirits up.
I do not need someone who complains about everything in life. I do not need someone so toxic that even the sun shine is bitch. I met someone like this. . . and tried to be friends. He never ask me about me, just complained about everything from work to his place to food. I couldn't take it, and said whatever. (That was my depression talking, but I realize I couldn't help him, and he was pulling me down. I had to save myself.)
I did feel bad he had no friends, but now I know why.
He was one who gave me the sex block.