Enigmaria

These People. What Am I Supposed To Do? Do I Tell Them This Story And Expect Myself To Feel Good About It? Can They Actually Help Me? Ugh Not A Chance. They'Re Just A Bunch Of Strangers Who Happen To Benefit From This So-Called Support Group. Some Even Only Come For The Free Donuts And Wifi. Quite Useless If I Am Being Honest. I Remember The Last Time I Asked A Person For Her Opinion On This Matter. A Friend Whom I Trust. A Friend Who'S Now 360 Miles Away. I'Ve Been Wanting To Call Her. Ask Her For An Opinion. Guess What? Somehow I Have Not Done It. Instead I Am Stuck In This Place Sitting In A Circle Among 12 Strangers Holding My Cup Of Coffee About To Share Them A Story. Hey At Least I'Ve Got Myself An Audience. So Here I Am With A Story. A Question Actually. An Enigma To My Very Existence.