Someday’s it’s hard to keep being nice. I try to make conversation, I try to joke, to come up with things to do and nothing. It’s frustrating to feel more like an annoyance than someone special. I feel awful because my time alone when it’s quiet is the best time of the week for me. It’s just me and I can read, relax, write. I don’t have to work super hard to be nice and pleasing and helpful just to feel like I’m not getting anywhere. So are these stolen moments my restorative time? I don’t really think so, because I still feel like I miss me. 

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