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I am never able to relax.  Right now I worry about a friendship that may never come to be.  A quite unique sort of friendship, thriving on our many faults.  I have trouble understanding this person I want so much to be friends with.  Why is it so hard.  I feel what she says to me is false--the copied thoughts of someone else.  I have read these same words in a book, and it makes me question her story.  I have not yet dismissed it but it makes me wonder.  My father said the pie I made was the best he'd ever had.  Thanks,  I feel much better.  I cannot go back to that place to visit her.  I can never return unless as a patient.  I don't know how to explain myself.  It's just a thing I cannot do.  Ever.  It's more than I can take.  But how can I be her friend if I don't go?  I feel so alone.  Still no one understands my pain.